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Voicelessness and Emotional Survival Message Board / Re: Mindfulness and codependence thread
« Last post by lighter on Today at 02:04:00 AM »We were heavy, so the plane sat and "burned off fuel" till my connecting flight became a fruitless mile sprint in Chicago. I would have thrown up if I had a full stomach.
Having eventually bounced through a very yummy burger, I'm no longer feeling defeated. I can make this 9pm standby flight, or not. All will be well.
On the flight, I did make, I read The Four Agreements. Very quick read....not at all what I was expecting, but provides back up perspective on my T's initial list:
Extend self compassion to self.
Replace all judgement with curiosity.
Embrace radical acceptance.
Release expectation.
I'm struck by the rule to be impeccable with words.....to others, self, and in the world. It's very important, as explained.... it's a clear path. A known way to be..... to suffer less, though it's explained we create our own hell on earth, or heaven. It's up to us to break the spells, stop the black magic, and escape the trance of laws we've been trained to believe, despite all evidence.
Trained to fear, ruminate, and stop resisting. Trained to believe other people's opinions and mindless words.
I still have 5 copies on the shelf. Will use them as Christmas money delivery systems for the kids. The rest is up to them.
The bartender is ready to be rid of me, and the same aged gal next to me. We're both drinking 9oz pours of a questionable Chardonnay.
The 50ish Eastern European waitress, with Shirley Temple Curls, and heavy accent, isn't alarming me with her habit of speaking near me, and to me anymore. "Pickles are popular in her country ....she likes them.....good vitamins."
Earlier, she needed our menus.....I thought she said mayo, which I was squeezing out at the time, while still sweating from the sprint.
The bartender is either high, looking for his bookie, or bf to arrive. He bounces his ringed fingers on the stainless counter .....paces.....looks looks looks at the entrance. Maybe he's just looking for business men with expense accounts. I can't know.
I can find a central spot to plug in my phone and watch my standby gate bounce around, while bundled in clean cotton shirts. I didn't pack much, but I packed 2 of those.
The journey continues, and I'm happy about it.
Update: I caught a 9pm standby flight, and competent Uber to an amazing old home with a carriage house Airbnb....so perfect. They had me at deep, narrow clawfoot tub, with fireplace. It's 1am and I'm going to bed.
Lighter
Having eventually bounced through a very yummy burger, I'm no longer feeling defeated. I can make this 9pm standby flight, or not. All will be well.
On the flight, I did make, I read The Four Agreements. Very quick read....not at all what I was expecting, but provides back up perspective on my T's initial list:
Extend self compassion to self.
Replace all judgement with curiosity.
Embrace radical acceptance.
Release expectation.
I'm struck by the rule to be impeccable with words.....to others, self, and in the world. It's very important, as explained.... it's a clear path. A known way to be..... to suffer less, though it's explained we create our own hell on earth, or heaven. It's up to us to break the spells, stop the black magic, and escape the trance of laws we've been trained to believe, despite all evidence.
Trained to fear, ruminate, and stop resisting. Trained to believe other people's opinions and mindless words.
I still have 5 copies on the shelf. Will use them as Christmas money delivery systems for the kids. The rest is up to them.
The bartender is ready to be rid of me, and the same aged gal next to me. We're both drinking 9oz pours of a questionable Chardonnay.
The 50ish Eastern European waitress, with Shirley Temple Curls, and heavy accent, isn't alarming me with her habit of speaking near me, and to me anymore. "Pickles are popular in her country ....she likes them.....good vitamins."
Earlier, she needed our menus.....I thought she said mayo, which I was squeezing out at the time, while still sweating from the sprint.
The bartender is either high, looking for his bookie, or bf to arrive. He bounces his ringed fingers on the stainless counter .....paces.....looks looks looks at the entrance. Maybe he's just looking for business men with expense accounts. I can't know.
I can find a central spot to plug in my phone and watch my standby gate bounce around, while bundled in clean cotton shirts. I didn't pack much, but I packed 2 of those.
The journey continues, and I'm happy about it.
Update: I caught a 9pm standby flight, and competent Uber to an amazing old home with a carriage house Airbnb....so perfect. They had me at deep, narrow clawfoot tub, with fireplace. It's 1am and I'm going to bed.
Lighter