Enemy Within

After making a committment to write more, I found a lot of ways to avoid doing so.  This morning, everyone is still asleep, the house is quiet and my time is my own.  Instead of sitting down at the computer with a nice hot cup of coffee and a head full of ideas, I putter.  I move the clutter from point A to point B.  I start a load of laundry.  I put last night’s clean dishes away.  I think about the menu for next week.

I am keenly aware of the fact that I am my own worst enemy.  How other people get in their own way is often painfully obvious to me but being able to clearly see that I’m getting in my own way has been more of a challenge, until recently.  A smarter me has been working overtime.   The enemy within has made herself known.  Instead of fighting her, I wish her well as a smarter me takes over.  Smarter me knows that:

Everything begins and ends in our thoughts and perceptions.

For example:  Near morning, I awake and think it’s Friday.

My mind says, “I’ve got a weekend to look forward to.”

Then, I realize that it’s Sunday morning.

Moaning inside my head, the feeling changes.  “Darn it, half the weekend is gone!”

Fortunately, the newer, smarter me says, “Wait just a minute, young lady.  (Smart me knows how to talk to not-as-smart me.)  You have this day, this wonderful, beautiful day.  It is pure gift.  You never know what you’re going to find in it but whatever it is, you can handle it.  Get up, you have things to do, people to meet, a world to appreciate and you have gifts to give, things to share that are uniquely yours.  Today is a great day.  You, smart you, and God, we’ve all got this.  You’re going to be just fine.   It’s going to be a great day.”

And, so it is.  The enemy within and I are learning how to become friends.  It is a beautiful day.

I am the person behind the words printed here. I write because my heart will not allow me the option of NOT writing. It has taken me half a life time to discover this basic truth, but now that I have, writing is as natural as breathing. This is where my breath takes the form of words.


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