So much reflecting on the TV this week, replaying all the deaths, disasters, and successes of 2014!
To add to that, Christmas always brings memories of loved ones gone, Christmases past, and those pesky children who went and grew up when I wasn’t watching.
Sometimes I forget that I store all those memories with the meanings I made up at the time, and it takes a more global review to realize that life was just happening, as life happens to do. Not actual history, but mental trickery!
It’s one of the gifts of understanding Thought, that when I locked my keys in the car the other day, I immediately knew I was overthinking things. My personal alarm system consists of forgetfulness, clumsiness, and senior moments. What are yours?
Getting caught up, especially at this time of year, is part of the human condition. I’m retired, so I don’t get nearly as freaked out over the holidays as do the working folk, but I can still go nuts trying to find my grandson’s size in jeans, or just the right gift for my good friends.
After weeks of fruitless searching, the jeans were at Costco! And as soon as I remembered where my spare key was hidden, I was back on my way. Now I get to quiet myself and recall my innate peacefulness, which is right where I left it, underneath the commotion I made up.