It's a We thing

I’m not alone. Yesterday I hung out with a bunch of women who suffered from extreme emotions, rampant thoughts, big swinging plans in various conflicting directions, and deep desires to lead more peaceful, more serene, more authentic lives rather than being driven by these impulses and fears, feelings of being less than or more than other people. Some of them had been at this game of noticing what thoughts and actions don’t serve their wellbeing and refraining from them -- just noticing and letting them pass unaddressed -- for a long, long, long time, even longer than I have. One of them told me, waving her bejeweled hand around, “After the first thirty years I really started to get the hang of it.” And now Ax is requesting I come snuggle him for his morning muffin time. I’m gonna get on that. I’m gonna keep going.