For the third time in a single day, the evil thought insinuates itself in my brain: “Your life will never be easier, never, ever……….” (Here’s the short version of the context):
– a second disaster at the same ATM in one week resulting in another chewed up deposit
– a kid hurling a rock through my office window in the middle of a session
– my car needs to be registered, now!
– I’m two weeks late mailing my nephews’ birthday presents, I’m a bad aunt…..
Need I say more? So what do I do when the poison self-talk seeps in? (while I’m stuck in a traffic jam on the bridge under construction)?
I roll up the windows and at the top of my lungs shout: POISON WORDS! POISON WORDS! POISON WORDS! And before I can reach the final part of the antidote (challenge the deletions and distortions: Never easier? Easier than what? Ever? Your whole life?), I’m laughing out loud at my own drama. It’s a grade B movie. Get over yourself, Susan.
So what are your poison words?
Wishing you a more pleasant ATM visit,
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