Massive battles today between my higher and lower selves. I thought I had my lower self under control. I haven't seen him in weeks - which is a record. It's been peaceful not having him around because he’s exhausting. He needs so much attention and ends up draining everyone and everything he comes into contact with, including his host body. So not having him here has helped me retain some sort of equilibrium. But this morning, maybe because I'm sleep-deprived (#Ashes), he's come out all guns blazing. He wants me to send emails and get into arguments with Piers Morgan on Twitter.
I have been booze free, exercising, dog walking, meditating, eating clean since the start of the month. (never done it before, I felt good/normal/ grounded). I had a six pack of beer Friday night, come Saturday morning my lower-self was like "heyyyy mate, long time no see brother, welcome back, lets hang out forever" far out it is brutal and tiresome and cruel and and and.
How do I tame it? back on the horse, radical forgiveness of myself and others, not "thinking my through it", being headless on my walks - can recommend "waking up" after trying most other apps.
woops - I bit - on the soon to be deceased Twitter. What a loser that man is. And so cross someone called Celia married him 🤣🤣
I hate to say it, but Piers is right! It's time to set new rules around rain! England was clearly the winner of this game! But then Aussie loves to win no matter what. They are the worst sportsmen in the world....by far! But it was a tremendous piece of writing and I'm still cackling.
I love the whole piece, but I roared with laughter when i got to the pic! I think your higher self has a great sense of humour….or is it the lower self basking in any attention it can get?