Something happened yesterday. A small event but the way I interpreted it caused me real pain. I didn’t sleep very well. I held a real pity party for myself.
Today I found out that my interpretation was faulty, and that there was nothing hurtful about what actually happened.
As I have learned more about the mind and the ego and the tricks they play on us, I have observed a hundred instances like this one. Each time my dark thoughts are proven wrong, I promise myself to be smarter next time.
And then something else happens, and I’m triggered, and the whole thing plays out again.
I am the one hurting myself. It has to stop.