from my practice journal:
did i really just say i hate my life?
yet another way i create suffering in my life… letting myself become overwhelmed by superficially bad moments that i can make fleeting.
of course, i don’t hate my life. had a shitty day or more like shitty moments but hate my life bc of it? outrageous!
it didn’t even make me feel any relief to say it or think it or feel it or anything.
picking myself up from my moment of wackness + extending extra gratitude for my practice to bring up the awareness of it all.
Photo credit: “dichotomy” by Rusia N. Mohiuddin
