Sometimes I growl.
I don’t really mean to but for many years, I’ve growled in moments of feeling overwhelmed or frustrated or flustered; and whether it’s an attractive or effective tactic of life, it’s just kind of a thing I do.
It’s not like a lion in the jungle snarl or anything super weird. It’s just sort of a low grumble under my breath on most occasions. There are times, however, that it’s more of a roar. A louder, deeper, more cavernous tone that comes from my core.
The other day I did that roar.