Today was good, especially since I had the opportunity to ruin it right out of the gate, and I likely would have in the past. I awoke to realize that I’d missed calls for hours at two facilities. I also realized that I’d forgotten to make a journal entry last night [I had a goal to journal every night for a month]. Those two things combined were enough to spark a shempa-catalyzed, self-spite-cascade. But I stopped it.
The anger and frustration were more visceral than verbal, but the mitigation was most definitely a verbal effort, largely accomplished during mediation. I didn’t throw a fit and things tended to work out for the rest of the day. It is worth noting that my patience was high today, in spite of a near 24 hour fast.
I also noticed that the mental fog appears to be 98.9% cleared. With all that said, the subtle whispers of my deamon have been persistently present. Mostly in the form of romanticizing.
