Check myself

I read this poem the other day, by the same person who wrote Autobiography In Five Short Chapters. It stopped me in my tracks.

Wow.

Maybe it was because I had just come off of an awareness that I’ve been in an undesired mental loop. On the one hand, it’s good to let sh*t move through and out. Acknowledge what I’m feeling, so it can release. On the other hand, it’s not good to create sh*t to then go through this process with.

Take care of what’s there, yes. Create stuff to then take care of because that’s the comfortable – whithin – the – uncomfortable rut I’m in, no.

It really isn’t ever about the other person, is it…?

I’m choosing a new perspective, now.

Hey interestingly, after connecting this poem to the linked one at the beginning that I adore, I looked up Portia Nelson. Among many other things, she played Sister Berthe in The Sound of Music!! (Was she the one that was in on the car sabotage?!?)