A big event this weekend and my mind has been yakking at me. The progress part is that I have been talking back and saying, “Dear mind, Shush!” I have to talk to myself like I talk to a baby: “It’s OK; it’s all OK; everything’s gonna be OK.” (cue Bob Marley in the background)
I don't like the old-time AA idea that our minds are our enemy or that my mind is out to get me. But there are times that I have to remind my mind that I am not 9 years old, that it can take a rest from trying to protect me from EVERYTHING, and that I will notice trouble without my head constantly alerting me to possible dangers.
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