A Lid on My Emotions

Containing my emotions a challenge that I have yet to surmount. Like Mary Ann Dashwood in Sense and Sensibility, I have always worn my heart on my sleeve.

When I was a kid, I thought that these emotions were good, like that had power outside of me. Perhaps this was a reflection of the many ways I was powerless, but that’s another story.

Now, I am still emotional. I am loud when I’m happy or excited, and then upshot is that that’s contagious.  When I got into grad school, I was flying with excitement and joy.  As a result, my coworkers were uplifted as well. When I’m hopeful, nothing can convince me that things won’t be great.

When I’m troubled or sad, people know it. When I’m angry, I’m like a kettle about to scream, and when I blow, it’s in a big way. Even when someone else is sad or troubled, I feel it.