I find joy the hardest to contain. I like to think this is nice for others. I like to think it makes their day brighter and lifts their mood. I want to see them or ring them and tell them.
I might be wrong but I hope so. My joy and excitement can be almost childlike in the way I show them. I like to think I’m fun to be around in those situations.
By contrast I keep shame deeply buried and hidden. Something I feel quite a lot. I’m working on it though.