I decided to pitch all my journals. The problem is I started to read one. There in July of 2003 I wrote about a problem that I also wrote about on October 1, 2014. I was right in July of 2003, and I was right in October of 2014, and I know this because I wrote at length about the problem both times. (I hope I quit reading and just pitch because for sure I'll start counting how often I wrote about "the problem" in between those times and continue to miss the real message: It's not them, it's me.)
I'm reminded of this now in particular because the same problem in another person's body has just visited itself upon me...through, of course, no fault of my own. The trouble is I know from my eyebrows up that until I can overcome my own resistance, I will find it coming from everywhere and everyone.
God's cute. I just picked up my "God Calling," and there in my own handwriting is a note I wrote to me in 2007: "Practice living love by loving adversity the same as no adversity."
Knowing it and showing it are two entirely different things.
I'm back to just wanting to slap someone. Sigh.
Thank you.
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