I‘ve spent a great many years getting to understand myself. Really understand me, I mean. I think I described myself as an existentialist by nature, but a lot of my thinking time is also focused on questioning my own behaviour, and what motivates me to do the things I do, say the things I say, and act the way I act. And to understand how these things impact on other people who I come into contact with, either regularly or occasionally.
I pretty much like the person I am. Yes, there’s always room for improvement, but someone said to me the other day (over a spliff, when these sorts of conversations usually take place) that me, my house, my children, my cat, my music…in other words, me and the environment that I’ve created for myself are in perfect harmony. I like that idea, and I’m comfortable with it.
So when a voice in my ear is whispering quietly, but constantly, “Slow down. Take it nice and gently, one step at a time” I know I should listen. Trouble is, sometimes we can know something and ignore it anyway. And that’s what I think I’m beginning to do. Not for the first time, and not (I imagine) for the last.
Sunday morning edit: I'll be posting about date no. 3 later, believe me!!
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Hmmmm...I think I need a few lessons on creating harmony.
Don't say I haven't offered :-)
I've always thought the whole psychiatry and counseling field were somehow offering a service each of us already possesses.
As you stated,we all know what's right and what's wrong for each of us. What causes all the conflict and confusion as to, "What should I do in this situation?" is the fact that we don't want to do what we know is right.
Most of the time we're asking someone because we want permission to do the something that's wrong...'cause admit it...most of the time that option is the most fun.
I don't know about the blue.....I guess it may grown on me :-)
it's always good to slow down and regroup so ta speak.
if i hear my inner voice talking it's usually saying "it's ok, you can eat those french fries, go ahead eat all that bread and have some marinara sauce with it".
I think my inner voice is a fat italian woman.
Oh yeah, is a spliff a joint? I sorta figured it was, but I don't want to assume.
Hi Parveneh, nice of you to pop in. Yes, I agree with you in respect of the counseling thing. Well, self-help is always an option, isn't it? And as for the blue, I'll tell you a secret... I changed it back to black when I got up this morning. Then, before anyone noticed, I went for blue again. Do you think I'm indecisive?
Kimmy, you guessed right. A spliff is a joint. Like a slash is a wee. We're odd.
OMG what's a "Wee"?
A slash of course.
(A number 1 to you, KImmy.)
Hello Sher. Don't worry, I sometimes wonder what you're up to as well.
As for the date, I will most certainly be posting later. It's a little difficult just at this minute.
It's one thing to know yourself, another all together different to listen to yourself. It's like my dad always says, "only a stupid person keeps doing the same thing over and over, expecting different results." If you know moving too fast will get you a result you know you don't quite favor, then slow it down sweets. Oh sorry....I tend to call people sweets when I preach.
That's okay, treacle, no need to apologise :-)
Actually, I feel myself not just slowing but grinding to a halt.
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