Let It Rip

On Wednesday morning my work wife picked me up at what would have been the halfway mark of my commute. I buckled in and we started to yap but my attention kept drifting off curious about the song she was playing at an unreasonably low volume. “What is this?!” I asked “It’s really good, turn it up” so she did and we were instantly transported back to our angst teenager selves.

Turns out my WW’s bestie is a baddie and lead singer of Shelf Life a post-punk band based out of London town. Ya I can’t make this shit up.

While the rest of this unhinged world appears to be bursting into flames caused by the dumpster fire taking over the sanity that once existed - I’m still working on my Self. Part of that work means managing my anger. Sometimes I need yoga and other times I need a rage playlist blaring into my ears while I release my daily annoyances in a pathetically violent manner, throwing puny punches into my sofa cushions. It actually feels so good to walk away panting, endorphins flooding in as my fury fists relax into extended fingers.

I did not make this canister emptying exercise up, it came suggested by my very intelligent and wildly helpful soul worker. I’ve come to realize we are all just circulating canisters for one another, filling up on each others energies and finding a way to empty ourselves to make room for more. If you have anger you need to let out responsibly and a sofa who can take it - turn this up and Let It Rip.

Once you’ve tired yourself out, switch the vibe to upbeat to elevate and shift your mood into a happy one. Thanks for being here, please take care of your Self and each other. xo