I've reached the point, of typing it out,as fast as it comes in. Typing is faster, than handwriting, for me. I've free handed all caps in handwriting, nearly ripping the paper, with the force of the pen. On the way though, from the fateful day in st Louis, 24 years ago, we'd stopped at my grandparents, they lived on a lake, i swam and swam until, i could swim no more. I've had middle of the night sprints, turned miles when I was younger, shredded journal pages, I've slammed the heck out of a volleyball before, many times, spike it off the pavement, seen how high up it could go, dribbling basketballs, cooked, cleaned, swore viciously to thin air...

Anger, for me, turns to stressed if harbored, too long. Stress makes me ill.

Acknowledge, release, repeat if necessary. Try to balance that, also, with giving back.