A few years ago a wise woman told me that if I wished the best for my worst enemy it would serve me well.
It was a tall order, going against type as it did - and oh how it went against type - but I trusted her to know a better way of being - which is an ongoing quest of my type - and so I did it.
I wished the best for my worst enemy.
And of course she was right and I was smart to trust in her and in some weird way of universe magic his success became my success and my fear of him - because that's the cause of enmity, fear - went away and I was able to recognize his humanity.
We all want to be recognized for our humanity, after all, don't we.
Lately I've come to recognize that I suffer from a chronic condition and have since I was a kid. It's anxiety - so fear - and it's made worse by the type of person I am both mentally and physically. Or perhaps it's the other way around. Whatever. It is and I have to live in this world, don't I. I'm not a tech billionaire, after all, I'm tethered to how it actually is down and out here in the real live world.
Luckily, just this morning, the first day of the auspicious seeming year 2020, it came to me in a flash that the first step I should take in dealing with this condition of mine is to recognize that I'm my own worst enemy and start wishing the best for myself.
So here it is, the best unsolicited advice you'll get today:
Be kind to yourself and the rest will surely follow.
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