"Wherever you go, there you are."
~ Confucius ~
Ingrained in me as a historical habit is a desire to bolt whenever I feel frustrated.
I suppose I want to escape what I'm feeling.
I consider all the things I don't like about where I am to justify departing immediately
And build a strong case
To go.
But then I don't go, because some logical part of me remains and
Knows I can't get away from what I'm trying to get away from.
The attack is from the inside.
All I can do is watch it,
Not feed it, and
let it go.
I stop identifying so strongly with my thinking mind.
