“Even though you may see the glass as half-empty, understand that you will not go thirsty.” I just made that up. I think it means things aren’t as bad as they seem.
I’m attempting a month of humility:
Humility simply requires a man to think of his abilities and his actions as no greater, and no lesser, than they really are. Real humility then mandates that a man knows and is completely honest with himself.
Sunday blues. It’s early morning, still dark, freezing rain. I’ve got no definitive plans today, and that’s always cause for concern. Unstructured time, for me, has never been seen as an open-ended gift. I’m not allowed to have free time to do what I want, because I’m not worthy of such luxuries. If I’m kicking back on the sofa watching football and my wife asks if I can run an errand after the game, a small vibration of guilt and laziness runs through me, coated in a candy shell of resentment. I get up immediately, agreeing that I’m a jerk for sitting on my ass. When she protests that it can wait until after the game, I assure her that it’s no big deal. It’s just a football game.
But if I’m pissed off and running myself down on the way to the post office and back, how out of whack is my humility? Not only do I think that I’m not good enough for leisure, but also my wife must think it as well, or she wouldn’t have asked me to do something.
That’s what’s known as “Creating Drama”. My initial reaction to free time has always been one of dread and indecision. My ego must think I’m too good to be bored?
My assignment for today: Whenever I’m faced with free time, my response will be: “Awesome! I’ve got ten minutes to meditate!” Then, go and actually do it.