My ego plays tricks. I play mind games with myself.
A popular one is obsessing over time: Will I get to work on time? I was the first at work, again! How long have I been on lunch? How much time until the end of the day? How long did my commute take me? How should I micromanage my free time? Where did the time go?
The questions swirl in tight little circles and everything sinks into that one heavy moment.
The energy stops flowing and I stop quietly enjoying the moment. I stop paying attention.
This is one pattern to gently disassemble.
11/5/11 Note: Ha! I can't even remember being like this. I know I still care about being on time, but this is one thing that apparently got unraveled when things fell apart earlier this year.
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