A fever for change hits us all — to get healthier, slimmer, more productive, to be better people, whatever that means to us. To start again. But is this not aggression against ourselves? And does violence not breed violence?
This is the first time I have touched the computer for over a week. Life seems a lot more spacious, and slower. I am making a new year’s resolution. I am going to write letters again…
While packing and in life, the question “what do I really need?” is such a fruitful one.
Looking after ourselves has got a bad press: it’s seen as selfish, narcissistic, new age, you name it. But when we are taken through the safety procedures on a plane, we always hear that should pressure in the cabin decrease and air masks drop down, we should always place our own over our faces first before putting them on our children…
Many carry out the pretty irrational act of buying Lottery tickets out of “anticipatory regret”: those who choose the same set of numbers simply cannot bear the thought of them coming up one day when they hadn’t bought a ticket. Anyone out there carrying on doing the best they can in a dysfunctional relationship with a similar mindset?
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