The Why behind The Evrything

I'm angry. I'll just say it plainly.

I'm angry at the state of the world, at the headlines I can't stop reading even when I know I should put my phone down, at the feeling of watching things unfold and not knowing what to do with my hands.

It's a particular kind of anger — sometimes hot and explosive, but usually slow and heavy, and always there. The kind that sits in your chest and makes everything feel a little harder than it should. I sometimes feel alone in my anger, but I know a lot of you feel it too.

And here's what I'm trying to work on. That anger is normal. Especially now, especially now. It actually makes sense, right? Anger is what happens when something violates your sense of what's right, when the world doesn't line up with what you believe it should be. That's not a flaw in me and you. That's our values showing up.

The anger means we're paying attention, that we care, that we haven't gone numb — going numb and not caring is always the worse option.

But, with that being said, I have also had to have an honest conversation with myself about what I'm doing with it. Because I can't function holding onto all of this anger. I am definitely not a good mom, snapping at every little thing. And anger without direction just becomes corrosive. It eats at you. It makes you bitter and exhausted and hard to be around, and it doesn't move a single thing forward.

And I am feeling all of that. But it's making me feel smaller instead of stronger, and more closed off instead of more connected.

So, I made a decision to try to turn it into something. Not to ignore it or pretty it up or pretend everything is fine, but to let it point me somewhere useful. To build something instead of just burning. For me, that meant this — creating a space that pushes back against the noise, that chooses connection and joy and realness on purpose.

It's a small thing. But it's mine, and it came directly from the anger, and that feels important. And I am beyond grateful that you are here with me.

We don't have to make peace with what's wrong. We just have to decide what we're going to do with how it makes us feel. Use it. Let it mean something. Let's build something, together. Beauty born out of rage.

That's the only way I know how to carry it without it carrying me.