You know, I’ve lost so much interest in my thinking these days.
Seeing it for what it is—just my conditioning playing out to the tune of whatever mood I’m in, in that moment—means there’s very little merit in paying any attention to it at all. And I don’t tend to take any of it seriously.
(Except when it’s really important and I do, ok? And that’s different, d’you hear me?! Different, I tell you!! 😆)
It’s a source of endless amusement.
Like the other day, when I’m riding up the Gospel Pass (South Wales’ highest paved mountain pass) thinking that I’ve lost my mind.