I was blessed with a really long fuse, so it takes quite a bit to get me to the point of explosive anger—but once that fuse has burned completely, there's a monster that comes out who I don't really recognize, appreciate, or enjoy.
I remember telling my mother that I was getting ready to pledge a fraternity and she, in her simple wisdom, said to me, "Why would you pay all this money just to let some boys beat on you?", which, in hindsight, was a GREAT question, lol.
I have felt called to work with others one-on-one to help them become more conscious of themselves for many years but have been unable to embrace this calling due to wounds of unworthiness and limiting beliefs about myself and the world.
