I've been stuck out here in Antelope Valley, taking care of my parents. I feel like the tribes of Israel wandering in the desert.
Recently I began to practice sculpting my reality. On Christmas Eve, I went to the small local organic grocery store to buy one item, Veganaise (vegan mayo.) I was heading toward the checkout when a woman with a basket of items beat me to the line. To be fair, she hadn’t noticed me right behind her. In fact, she never bothered to turn around and see me in line holding one item. But I was pissed off, mumbling that she should let me go ahead of her. I was being passive-aggressive so of course I didn't ask the woman if I could go ahead of her in line; I prefered to fume. I was in a hurry to get home to wrap gifts for my son.
"Your thoughts should feel like your friends."