The other day I wrote about how I used to get mad with myself when I forgot what I’d gone upstairs for, and these days I don’t.
You see, it’s just a mind, doing what minds do, forgetting what minds forget. It’s doing its best, but in these situations any anger I feel is essentially the mind having an argument with itself, and I tend not to get involved in all that any more.
It’s creating a story that it doesn’t like, and getting shook up as a result.
(Minds! What are they like?! 🤷🏻♂️)
Then someone asked me a question about how to forgive stuff that they’d done in the past, and it got me thinking.