Tuesday, June 14, 2016

SIXTEEN



“Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day. You shall begin it serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense.” Ralph Waldo Emerson 

I can’t begin to count the minutes, hours, days even that I have lost beating myself up about the dumb, stupid, careless, “blunders and absurdities” that I did yesterday, last week, even years ago. When I recognize that I am doing this, because my old tapes do play occasionally, I stop. I ask myself if I truly believe I was capable, at the time, of doing anything different. Then I ask myself if reliving this event and beating myself up again is helping me do anything today. Is it making me a better person? Is it teaching me anything new? If not, and it usually isn’t, then I move on to a different story. Even if it’s as simple as how to tie my shoes. Anything is healthier than punishing myself again for something that happened in the past. Besides, punishing myself in this way today will just become tomorrow’s absurdity.

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