Yesterday was one of those ocean days. She knocked me around a bit, and oddly, it felt good because there was energy in my body that needed somewhere to go. Anger showed up first, strong and organizing, the part of me that wanted control, certainty, someone to point at. I could feel how quickly my mind wanted to build the story and hand out blame. I didn’t follow it. I let the anger move, let it be seen, let it do what it came to do. And underneath it, something quieter surfaced. Sadness. Not dramatic, not expected, simply there once the guard stepped aside. The anger wasn’t wrong. It helped my body feel stronger when safety felt shaky. And once it had space, the sadness felt safe enough to come forward. Some days the work isn’t riding the perfect wave. It’s staying present long enough to see what the first wave was protecting.