We got in a car wreck last weekend while driving home from a family trip. It was a surprise, of course, as car wrecks are never planned. Thoughts of how it could have been avoided were interwoven with thoughts of gratitude in regard to how lucky we all were…all things considered.
As I’ve written about, my sweet cat Michelangelo died a couple weeks ago. I found myself deeply missing him this morning, yet resisting the missing. My thoughts were getting in the way of feeling, while i believed them.I spotted this, I went below thoughts and toward the experience of loss. Yes, towards it.
“She wants to trap me.”
“She’s always trying to control me.”
“She’s ruining my life on purpose.”
“She knows that what she’s doing is driving me crazy.”
“Clearly, she’s here to make my life miserable.”
Let’s take a poll. Who do you think “she” is in the above statements?
