Don't make me angry, you wouldn't like me when I'm angry!

Wow, I don't remember the last time I was this angry. I always say I don't do angry and that is true...ask my mum!
I have been thinking about this lately and discussing a bit with others. My temper that is. I don't have much of one. Feisty, yes, but I'm not an angry person. I get upset and cry when things go wrong. I'm a delicate flower, a pussy cat.
Tonight I lost my temper. I think I swore in front of the local vicar and I banged my bag down on the table in rage. Not pretty.

I have made a promise to myself that I won't live with anger again- in my personal life. When I did, it made me a shadow of myself and made me miserable. One day I had enough and realised I was scared of my own partner and asked him to leave. I cannot explain how different my home felt afterwards- it was quite remarkable, tangible even. I have never regretted that decision.

If my poxy knees weren't giving me loads of trouble again I'd be out running off the anger. As it is, I'm blogging and then I'm going to read my new book. I just bought 59 seconds and I have to start 5 days of writing about things that have been good this week. I am ignoring school, and instead concentrating on my running, improving fitness and the wonderful people who have sponsored our Race for Life so far!

Ooh, did I mention I LOVE Ed Norton? I do. He is great!