Sitting at my bedroom typing desk, simmering slowly.
I must find a way to draw lines in the sand, because I am washed away to the ocean.
It's a lesson in meditation and loss of ego.
I'll be a whole lot happier once I give up the ego thing. I'm just wondering if that means that I get shafted with my pants on at every opportunity and then have the pants stolen. It's been an awful long time since someone treated me to a random act of kindness that lifted the load on my day somewhere, and it seems like I give too many of them away to justify continuing to do them.
Or maybe I might suspend them for a while.
Let my ego go, but learn to say no where I really can't do something and not volunteering for things just to look good.
This should be a piece of cake. But it isn't, so I have to learn things the hard way.
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