Things feel like they are slipping through my fingers. I think I have a firm grasp on something, or think something is going to go one way, and fwwwwwooop, through the fingers. Interesting. What is interesting though is that I am not getting flustered, or calling it quits on the day, or spiraling downwards in a pity party. I am breathing, accepting as is and know that everything is exactly how it should be. The only thing out of wack are my expectations, and those I can change.
my serenity is inversely proportional to my expectations. The higher my expectations . . . the lower is my serenity. I can watch my serenity level rise when I discard my expectations. . .I must keep my magic magnifying mind on my acceptance and off my expectations, for my serenity is directly proportional to my level of acceptance. When I remember this, I can see I’ve never had it so good. ~ Anonymous