Reassessing the familiar
I try to imagine what it must be like to be my sister – to be so hurt, you want to hurt – but I simply can’t. I was speaking to a friend today about his business and he said he gave up focusing on his bad customers and decided to spend most of his time with his good customers. I said I have the same theory for life in general. I want to surround myself with people who love and support me, and I just really don’t want to give time to someone who seeks to hurt me much less give time to sibling rivalry, anyone with arrested development, and those whose agenda never changes.
It’s sad because Michelle’s back – woo hoo – and in yoga we were talking about the whole, how everything is a part of the whole. So her sadness and her isolation is a part of my happiness and my circle of love, but I can stand here and witness it and know it is sad without being dragged down into the quagmire. I call this closing in on nirvana.