I have no control of the world outside of myself.
That’s a harsh reality… and one that I was painfully reminded of this afternoon… via email.
When I was a kid, I had illusions of grandeur. I imagined that I was mighty and powerful and that people respected me and took my words to heart.
But in the end, that’s bullshit. Straight up.
So, change that idea of reality. Build a new one. One in which I am solely and intensely responsible for my actions. My environment? It does what it wants, regardless of my response. Deal. Move on.
But if I can’t control the world around me, what can I do?
I can control my voice. I can make sure it only sounds when relevent.
I can control my actions… at least most of the time.
I can control the things I use to nourish my body, mind, soul.
I can control my position… even when it seems impossible.
I can control my thoughts, and be present.
And really? That’s it. Everything else? Who knows… chaos?
My mantra for yoga today?
[complaining is a waste of my time]