I’ve spent an enormous amount of time and energy trying to control life. Trying to be perfect because perfect meant control and control meant safe and the lack thereof meant terrifying and unimaginable chaos during which it would be revealed that I was a horrifyingly awful specimen of humanity. Since this was not a revelation…… Continue reading A shocking relief.
I don’t know what people are talking about when they say they need to “get in touch with themselves”. Who is the “self” they’re seeking to contact? They must be far more cohesive than I; I have a multitude of selves and all of them want to drive the bus…
The world would be a much easier place if everyone did things my way. Then I wouldn’t get frustrated, out of sorts, and irritated.
It is, of course, everyone else’s fault.
The people in my life, especially the ones I live with, commit egregious sins constantly. I’m pretty sure they do it on purpose, intent on destroying my calm and wrecking my day.
The litany of complaints I have is exhaustive…
““It doesn’t matter what the external things is, the value we place on it subjugates us to another…where our heart is set, there our impediment lies.” – Epictetus
“When it comes to your goals and the things you strive for, ask yourself: Am I in control of them or they in control of me?”
I have a journal with writing prompts that I try to get to every day. It’s not to be confused with my regular journal, or the gratitude journal that sits beside my bed. In my quest for mental stability and calmness, I do a lot of writing…”