Interference.... I often get wrapped up in other things.
So wrapped up in them that I can't focus.
Like my emotional reactions to things.
So wrapped up in being affected... That I lose sight of the big picture.
Not that I even want to be affected.
But it's been at the point where I just couldn't help it.
I have learned to let a lot more go now.
Which was and still is pretty hard. It gets easier.
The more you do something, the easier it gets.
"Powerful negative emotions twist attention towards preoccupations."
We get to decide what we want to pay attention to.
And what we don't.
Today's bottle of oil... She said not to look at it, not to think about it.
"It's just a bottle of oil."
A month from now, I may still remember the time
I caused a bottle to fall and break. It was an accident.
"Emotional upsets can interfere with mental life."
It wasn't the bottle of oil, it was that I broke something.
Even if it was an accident, I still broke something.
And I was the only one so far to break something in the kitchen.
And that lady that was upset about what B**** said...
I've known him long enough that it didn't bother me.
But she took it personally because she took it to heart.
She was upset that I wasn't upset about it.
Like she was looking for an ally, and I wasn't going to join her in that.
"Feelings become pathological when they are so intrusive
that they overwhelm all other thought."
How long she decides to dwell on that is up to her,
but the longer she dwells on it, the longer she allows herself to be affected by it.
Same thing with this doctor...
The longer I dwell, the longer I'm affected.
And I know that I don't have to dwell
and I don't have to be affected.
I mean that often it is hard not to be affected,
but dwelling on things just prolongs the effects it has on me.
Which is easier to write about than to put into practice.
I've dwelled on things that really bothered me.
For a really long time.
The more they bothered me, the more I dwelled on them.
The more I dwelled on them, the longer they bothered me.
There's so much I want to write about and I keep meaning to
just have a blog fest, and just blog my brains out.
Possibly tomorrow. I do need to try to sleep.
So wrapped up in them that I can't focus.
Like my emotional reactions to things.
So wrapped up in being affected... That I lose sight of the big picture.
Not that I even want to be affected.
But it's been at the point where I just couldn't help it.
I have learned to let a lot more go now.
Which was and still is pretty hard. It gets easier.
The more you do something, the easier it gets.
"Powerful negative emotions twist attention towards preoccupations."
We get to decide what we want to pay attention to.
And what we don't.
Today's bottle of oil... She said not to look at it, not to think about it.
"It's just a bottle of oil."
A month from now, I may still remember the time
I caused a bottle to fall and break. It was an accident.
"Emotional upsets can interfere with mental life."
It wasn't the bottle of oil, it was that I broke something.
Even if it was an accident, I still broke something.
And I was the only one so far to break something in the kitchen.
And that lady that was upset about what B**** said...
I've known him long enough that it didn't bother me.
But she took it personally because she took it to heart.
She was upset that I wasn't upset about it.
Like she was looking for an ally, and I wasn't going to join her in that.
"Feelings become pathological when they are so intrusive
that they overwhelm all other thought."
How long she decides to dwell on that is up to her,
but the longer she dwells on it, the longer she allows herself to be affected by it.
Same thing with this doctor...
The longer I dwell, the longer I'm affected.
And I know that I don't have to dwell
and I don't have to be affected.
I mean that often it is hard not to be affected,
but dwelling on things just prolongs the effects it has on me.
Which is easier to write about than to put into practice.
I've dwelled on things that really bothered me.
For a really long time.
The more they bothered me, the more I dwelled on them.
The more I dwelled on them, the longer they bothered me.
There's so much I want to write about and I keep meaning to
just have a blog fest, and just blog my brains out.
Possibly tomorrow. I do need to try to sleep.
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