3 Second Rule
What happens when you wake up at 1:52 (who is ever really scared in the middle of the afternoon?) and are griped by an overwhelming sense of “Oh shit, will I be ok?”
We can sacrifice that pawn, so I can stay safe and secure under the duckie blankie.
Inertia and Indecision
Or I could ……………..wait three seconds and realize that it’s still safe and edible. I mean it’s only really a little dirt and grim. It still tastes the same, smells the same, and only has a bit of the icing smudged off the side. There is really nothing wrong with it, and it’s just a bit of the icing that’s been smudged – it’s not broken.
Why is it that we will be so forgiving to that piece of cake that falls on the floor , but yet be so condemning of ourselves?
That voice that swings the Judge’s gavel , it can dish out some pretty harsh and limiting sentences. Our sense of justice and rules can muddy the waters. Right or Wrong. Good or Bad. It’s a little murky in there to tell them apart.
Good Behaviour – according to who?
According to ME