Last Monday I had a moment that lasted the whole day long,
and seeped a little bit into Tuesday, like a greedy thief of my normally
rational mind.
I didn’t like it. It was not a happy sunshine and champagne
kind of moment. No, it was a
shock, outrage, and despair moment.
The cause of this perturbation is not really important. What
mattered was how I reacted, how caught up I got, how my own ugly dark side got
fueled, and how it grew within me a scary desire to lash out and hurt everyone
I perceived to be even remotely associated with the cause.
Ugh. Not my finest moment, to be sure.
No, on that day I was an inspiration to no one, much less a
help, nor a model of sanity or critical thinking. I was far from an example of spiritual compassion. I had failed to walk the path of higher
Truth and Wisdom. Not that I don’t
fail that ideal a little bit on other days, too, but this was a major detour.
On that day, I was one with the ranters. It was an angry but
impotent experience. How exhausting it must be to be in rant mode all the time,
I thought for an instant as I took a breather tea break. And then another
trigger came by, luring me back into my indignant – as in, lacking dignity – and
outraged energy and off I went, chasing a virtual boogeyman across the social
minefields of cyberspace.
Why am I sharing this with you?
Well I learned a few things that may be worth contemplating,
on a calm day, with a logical mind and nice glass of lemonade, and a cookie.
First, no matter who you are or where you are in life, there
will be moments of outrage that sneak up on you. They may be well justified, or
not, but that’s not what matters.
What matters is whether you can feel the outrage and retain at least a
smidgen of capacity for self-reflection, because without the ability to observe
yourself even when wearing the dark uglies of indignation, you aren’t learning
and growing.
Second, anger is easily fueled but not so easily harnessed
for empowered social change, or channeled into personally productive,
constructive, problem-solving solutions. And we too often confuse anger and
passion.
This moment of mine coached me on the difference – anger is
exhausting, I realized from the depth of cellular knowing. And it makes me feel
bad about everything. Passion is
energizing, and increases opportunities for inspiring sunshine and champagne
moments.