mixed bag

angry. afraid. tired. on edge. but not sad nor depressed.

and oddly enough, the more I say to myself, "I'm angry. I'm afraid. I'm tired." the feelings subside, as if the simple naming of them, diminishes them.

I think that's part of the power of Jean and friend's Ingrate Day and subsequent naming of the list.

Fear and anger thrive in the chaos of anonymity. They grow in the idea that one does not know that they are angry or fearful much less know why one is angry or fearful or tired.