A few weeks ago I wrote about sorrow - and other useless emotions. This week, we’re addressing another tough one – anger.
I always considered myself a rather calm person - ridiculously calm in fact. Stupidly calm.
When everyone else was losing their s**t, I would be sipping my chamomile tea and listening to Enya.
I frequently espouse the merits of turning the other cheek and being calm in the face of a storm.
My mother taught me from a very young age that losing your temper was never the way to handle a situation.
One must speak calmly and rationally and never revert to throwing oneself on the floor kicking and screaming in a bid to make oneself heard.
The last time I did that I was four. It didn’t end very well for me.  
In my adulthood there have only been a handful of occasions where I’ve felt myself drifting out of the realms of logical, lucid behaviour and into the land of the raging lunatic – grappling with the roaring effects of a “brain snap” as fury consumed every fibre of my being.
Let me just say, that parking inspector did not see that coming.
Having witnessed the effects of the elusive brain snap many times from other people, I must admit it has always been a bit of a mystery to me.
I even found myself jealous at times of those who could fly off the handle at the drop of a hat and engage in an Oscar-worthy hissy fit, without so much as a care in the world.
My tightly-wound moral compass just wouldn’t allow me to go there. Damn those of you who walk amongst us with no concept of inappropriate behaviour. I want to get me some of that.
I can honestly say I’ve never thrown anything in a fit of rage (too much of a tightarse to go around breaking possessions willy nilly).
But looking back over the years, I think I really should have got in touch with those negative emotions a little more often.  It may have saved me from years of built up frustration.
Recently I’ve introduced myself to the lost art of ''release''. I never thought I’d say this but losing your s**t is kind of therapeutic.
And I thoroughly recommend it.
My biggest failing has been letting the sun go down on my anger.
It’s some old school wisdom from our friends the Ephesians (4:26 to be precise) but I think what they were really trying to tell us was “get that anger out there girlfriend and be done with it, then get yourself to bed and sleep in peace”.
When the sun rises it’s a new day.