People I thought would realize the special space I had welcomed them in and appreciate the act for what it was, used my words, my vulnerability and my struggles as weapons to attack me when something in my behavior did not suit their needs.
Just a bit of food for thought today …
I started the book with the intention of discovering a bit of the puzzle surrounding my late brother’s overdose induced demise and … I found myself in the book more than I ever expected.
What I want to be when I grow up
The part of myself I like the least and that frustrates and puzzles me the most is how affected (to read emotionally hijacked) I get by reactions that people have to my words and actions.
Two roads diverged in the woods and I … always have a choice to make.
And when we are tempted, as we often are, to say, I have no choice, this is what my life is like, we still actually do have a choice. Because life is seldom what happens to us and so much more often how we interpret or how we perceive what happens to us.
When the space between hardworking and working too hard becomes invisible
Several weeks ago, my therapist and I were discussing my propensity to work more and more, regardless of how tired I felt or of how many people around me told me to take a break. I was honest about how much taking a break scares me …
The sum of our days is greater than each single day. And our lives are the compound interest of each day lived with presence.
The more I aged, the better I got at grasping the joy of living in the moment. And little by little, life revealed its biggest secret to me: that life is nothing but the compound interest of each day, hour and minute that I live with presence.
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