Maybe it’s the caffeine, maybe it’s the emotional junk I ran into inadvertently this morning, but my mind keeps running on about interpersonal things instead of thinking about the Wooden Pillow Exercises book I’m supposed to be editing right now. I should just do Brain Education training and let it all go, but I decided to wait until the next top of the hour and just write for the moment instead.
I don’t really have a point. I know what I’m thinking about is pointless. I just need to move on, but when I try to move on, I encounter my own hurt and anger inside. Maybe I should just deal with that instead. What is it that I’m holding? This would be more productive than focusing on other people; it may even help me focus on my work.
I know what I want to do with the book. I had a member when I worked at the Body & Brain Center in Newton, Massachusetts, which has since closed. He was a young guy, muscular—a former high school wrestler. He LOVED the wooden pillow. He would lie on the ground in the training room and stick it under all different parts of his body, grunting and groaning. He thought it was the best thing ever and wanted to invent hundreds of exercises with it and write a book. I privately dedicate this book to him.
It also makes me sad to think about him, because he was killed a few years later. I think he was 24 when he died. I know he wouldn’t want me to be sad, and that he’s moved on, but I think I like my sadness about it, because it seems romantic and proper. But once I experience it, the emotion passes through me quickly.
Maybe that’s what I should do today. Instead of being afraid of all of these negative emotions, I can just be with them and let them pass through me until I get to the zero point again. As the new thought leaders say, what you resist, persists.
This goes along with the chapter on attachment I’m going through now in I’ve Decided to Live 120 Years Personal Workbook—Chapter 7. The chapter is about inner peace, but emphasizes that in order to have peace, you have to let go of your attachments.
So good-bye emotions . . . until next time. It’s all good 🙂