I'm feeling pretty 'lazy' to put a self-denigrating spin on it. Let's say that I'm relaxing, enjoying time off and the lack of any serious need to do anything at all. My spiritual practice is still in practice. I have some garden variety irritations that are too minor to complain about. One of my favorite self-love, nurturing hobbies is to create good food and my refrigerator is full.
The point being is that I am uneasy that I don't have an ax to grind. I can see that there are a few things I could be doing but I refuse to beat myself up about. I accept that I tend to fuss about things and can see it as just that.
How can acceptance be so close to denial but so different? I would ask if I am fooling myself but that is so self-doubting that I refuse to turn that line of thinking into a well worn rut. Whatever my ego would like to label it, I am what I am in God's world, no need to embroider an explanation/story about it. Happy Sunday to you all.
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