Recently, I wrote in my journal, “I am frustration.”
I meant to write, “I am frustrated.” When I caught the “error,” I laughed because the initial phrase captured my reality more accurately.
Isn’t this exactly how emotions sneak in and begin to color the quality of your life? We tend to invisibly merge with the feeling. Then it’s ever-present, like a boldly colored thread interwoven throughout the fabric of your days.