THE ROOT OF ALL MY PROBLEMS

Owning our own thoughts...that's a tough line to walk.

Just this morning, I'm out with Ruckus and the thought pops that I really was humiliated by Sylvia Schloppenhaufer two or three years ago when she said bip-bip, and I didn't say a word back to her.

The second thought was that actually she not only said bip-bip, but she said it to me in my own home. Third thought, not only, but also...in front of several other people.

I was smokin'! Had my old resentment machine fired up and churning...no, my old resentment machine had me fired up and churning.

By this time, I'm back in my home, Ruckus is fed, and I have started to reflect on that blinding flash of fury and to wonder...where did that come from and why?!

I remember that resentments do not need facts upon which to feed and grow...they just need an unaware mind, a willingness to feel hurt, and an itch to find someone to blame.

The Sylvia story was a non-problem at the time, got resolved to my benefit and I haven't had to think about it since. Proof again that when left in idle, my ego-victory thoughts will sort and find something to agitate about.

There. That is exactly why, in order to own my own thoughts, I find a daily inventory is essential. It brings me back to the root of all my problems: Me.

Thank You.