Annoyance, Frustration and the Return to Joy I know the shape of frustration. I’ve felt it coil around my spine, settle in my belly, tighten my jaw, and pulse in my fingertips. I’ve also felt its quieter cousin, annoyance, arrive in small doses. Interruptions. Delays. Moments that rub me the wrong way. Annoyance moves fast. It often hides in plain sight. And if I don’t pause and tend to it, it stacks. It spreads. It starts to take up space that belongs to my peace. For a long time, I didn’t know how to work with these energies. I swallowed them. I tried to override them with logic and productivity. I dimmed my reactions to appear composed. But my body always knew. The heat. The…