More stress. Drama at work.
Did you think drama would end when you graduated from middle school? From high school?
Did you think it would end when you tore the pages out of that sad old diary you called a journal and trashed them because the embarrassment of reading your own histrionic words made your cheeks flush and your stomach hurt a little bit?
HA! Resistance is futile, puny earthling. The wind cries
With impeccable timing, Leo Babauta at Zen Habits just posted about sticking to a habit when life falls apart.
Leo's list is common-sense, affirmative, not all that different from the stuff I've I've said right here in previous blog posts.
The take home message is not that life stuff can happen to derail your plans. I think the take home message is that life stuff WILL happen to derail your plans.
Let go of the stone tablet and grab hold of the sandy beach. You build a sand castle, the tide washes it away, and then you build another.
Your treasure is not the impermanent sand castle. Your treasure is the feel of the sand between your toes and your experience of each re-creation.
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