"....but that's not the weird part." "It gets weirder?" "Oh, hon, it always gets weirder!"
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Worry is Praying to the Wrong God
I put this situation (my job) in the hands of Infinite Love and Wisdom; if this situation is the Divine Plan, I bless it and no longer resist it, but if it is not divinely planned, I give thanks that it is now dissolved and dissipated.
My brain came designed to deceive me. It almost always sees the positive, and it gave me the amazing capability to believe everything is ok, even when it's obvious to everyone else that it's not! After all, my job's full of co-workers that drive me crazy, I'm stuck in the town I was born in where everyone knows things about me that I don't even know, and I'm battling weight and insecurity about my appearance. Yet, in my head, I'm still eighteen and thin, and I'm happy most of the time. I can block out the whole world and just focus on what's good. It helps that my husband and kids rock!
Why do ordinary people always refer to "thinking out of the box" as if it's a choice? People who do think out of the box (like me) don't even know there is a box until they're already deep in shit! Leaving me to believe that creative people frequently get persecuted!
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