And when you look at those sticky notes, or hear yourself
giving similar advice to another person, you think, “My God I really am
growing; I really am changing.”
And then…
And then a day like yesterday happens and it feels like I
never saw the 12 steps, never heard a spiritual teacher, and never understood that
detachment and forgiveness are the handrails to my emotional freedom.
Instead I felt slighted, hurt, petty, competitive, angry, and
like a very young girl in a crazy family.
The only good news is that now it mostly happens inside of
me, but that’s also the bad news—it happens inside of me. Serenity? Poof!
That hardest part is knowing so much and understanding so
much and really meaning what I see on my little sticky notes but having the
feelings of a newcomer. My prayer last night—and it was a long tossing, turning
night—was to have what I write on those sticky notes make the journey from my
head to my heart.
1 comment:
Perfection is a pretty high standard.
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