Let’s talk anger for a minute.
Most of the time, I’m a laid back gal. Nothing bothers me much, and when it does, I stop and take a few breaths while the anger passes. So, traffic? Not a problem.
The problem occurs when I cross over into real anger mode. When I feel the internal heat skyrocket. When I can’t sleep because of the atomic bomb in my gut. This kind of anger doesn’t happen often for me, but when it does, I have trouble moving through it easily.