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The week is half gone and at the beginning I felt as though I were loosing my semblance of what I consider to be sanity. These days that is nothing more than being outside of my peaceful zone. I have become so used to living in this peaceful presence I don’t often know how to behave on the outside of it. All I want is “back in”.
I have learned how much of being in this presence is really up to me. The more I whine about my situation, the more I plunge myself into “self-pity” mode and well, let’s be honest, “self-centeredness”. I become the grand dame starring in the play about…..you guessed it, “ME”.
I had a chance to get away from myself this afternoon and the easiness with which I accomplished that feat still makes me grin. I merely took myself out to the park and started talking to people who needed to know they are cared about, even by a stranger such as myself.