I snapped last night and raised my voice at the dog.
But then I raised my voice to my dear one who tried to help me yell at the dog – no, I get to yell at the dog, you do not get to rescue me or show me I’m doing it wrong or whatever you’re doing.
This is my yell, don’t you dare steal my spotlight.
It had been a perfect storm of things niggling, and my refined, advanced, self-enlightened strategy was to yell. Ah, well.
Begin again.