Anger and Stuff

I had an epiphany tonight. I don't have to hold on to anger. Not in my muscles, not in my head and not in my soul. No wonder my shoulders hurt. I have been bunched up for years with anger that really needed to go to another place, another time, another world. A world, a time and a place I left long ago. Heck, I even get angry at the pain. So I know I am a clutter bug, I know I collect things, I know I am a hopeless fantasy/myth/medieval geek. But I also know it is toxic for me to hold onto emotions that have outlived their time and usefulness.

Ah, so this is what spring cleaning for the soul feels like.....