Confession, I’ve liked to think of myself as a lover but I’ve largely been deluding myself.
There is a visceral satisfaction to feeling angry. For the briefest of moments it scratches the itch of you thinking you’re right about everything.
I’ve observed a lot of human nature and I believe I have a reasonable idea but, truth be told, I’ve chosen anger far more than I’d like to admit.
Love is acceptance. What’s happened has happened, how do you deal with it?
We get angry when we feel out of control.
We get more loving when we relinquish the idea of responsibility over things that have nothing to do with us or that we can’t change.
Question to ponder over the weekend – what are you in charge of? Do more of that!