A TV colleague asked me years ago.
"I cry a lot," I said.
We laughed.
But I was serious.
Most of us are emotionally constipated.
Feelings trapped inside.
Pressure building.
Like a shaken soda can that never opens.
Fear we never faced.
Joy we never expressed.
Shame we buried.
Anger we swallowed.
Short tempers.
Mindless fights.
Disconnection.
Emotional eating.
Numbing out.
Even actual stomach issues.
Those workshops weren't about getting fixed.
They were about getting real.
About finally opening the can.
About feeling what needed to be felt.
You can only hold your breath so long.
You can only stuff down so much.
Something will give.
Something always gives.
The pressure will release somehow.
The question is:
On your terms?
Or when the can explodes?
-Antonio