In the Red Zone, I am unable to control anything, as I have forfeited my mind, body, and yes, mouth, to one, intense, solitary mood. Look, when a bear is attacking me, and I exclusively need to run for my life, I will gladly lean into the Red Zone. It can be lifesaving! But most of the time (even in excruciatingly unprecedented times as these), my Red Zone does not need to be in command. Engaged? Absolutely. But not authoritative.
Rachel Fisher 