Dear All, Remember to Practise Your Rage.

Don’t forget your keys,

have you got your bag?

Did you pack your lunch?

and is the oven turned off?

Is the dog feed and the washing in? Did you remember to wish her happy birthday?

Are the plants watered?

And do you have your phone charger?

AND, Did you practise your rage?

At first you will hate me.

You will cry when you are suppose to be raging

you might freeze

and remember everything,

except to practise your rage

the excuses will run like confetti through the air,

what about the kids.. the cat hates it.. what will neighbours think..

i’m tired.

I had no time

my head hurts and my throat sounds weird

and none of my rage towels are clean

it is too late

it is too early

I swear it counts if I just get annoyed sat in my car as the traffic cuts me in

Surely it counts to yell at my partner, “to sort their shit out!”

I’m hungry

I need to rest

Yes. It is all true

AND. IT. IS. ALL. BULLSHIT.

Remember to practise your rage, because no one is practising it for you,

In time the energetic capacity of your skeleton will increase,

Your anger muscle will sharpen,

Your rage practise will become your familiar training ground,

just you,

Anger and a freedom only found by showing up,

at your internal dojo, namaste, teacher rage, I am here, show me.

You will stand taller

Speak clearer

Stay longer when the feelings run hot.

Stay longer when the searing knife of Love touches your human heart.

Your body will hold more of you

And,

That under those ten thousand Nos you never said,

you will find that within you,

you have an authentic yes,

may you find it,

the taste so sweet,

that resounds in every cell,

resonating like a note

through your whole being.

Yes. That.

No one can stop you.

And,

Your future self thanks you,

for showing up to practise you Rage.