Over the last few years, I’ve learned that anger is one of my greatest allies. Because anger tells me where my boundaries are. What is and is not acceptable to me. Where I’m being asked to bend or fold for the sake of someone else’s comfort. When a line has been crossed. When something isn’t okay.
The more I’ve allowed and embraced my anger, the more powerful its become.
Not in the sense that it grows into rage or fury, but because it always grows bigger than the person or experience I’m angry at. It reminds me why my work in the world feels so important and necessary.
Because people are sleepwalking.
Completely unaware and unaligned.
Passing down generational trauma.
Killing themselves with unresolved grief.
Bypassing the deeper work.
Hurting those they love.
I’m so grateful for my anger today. For the ways it keeps me rooted in what matters most to me. For the times it’s kept me from losing myself again and again. For how it helped me reclaim my no, my boundaries, and my power these last few years.
I’m grateful for my anger today and the way it always brings me home. To joy and peace, purpose and self, truth and alignment.
Anger is only bad if you sit in it and stew.
If you tell stories about it that aren’t true.
If you give it more meaning than it deserves.
If you don’t allow it to move in the ways it’s meant to.
Embrace your anger.
Learn from it and grow because of it.