Whenever I have some type of problem in my life - real or imagined - the source of my problem invariably comes down to powerlessness. I have begun to labor - once again - under the illusion that I'm in control of something. The persistence of this illusion is astonishing. I'm not in control of much.
Whenever I struggle with my powerlessness I find that the solution can be found in the concept of acceptance. I need to accept people for who they are, not who I want them to be. A world populated by millions and millions of Little Stevie Seaweeds would be a grim and dysfunctional place indeed. I believe that Dante's 10th Circle of Hell is full of Little Stevie Seaweeds, banging their little drums of outrage and frustration. There's quite a din.
Whenever I need to work on my acceptance I find that trying to place myself into a position of maximum service fits the bill. It really works. It's beyond counter intuitive. The more I think about myself - my favorite thing to think about - the unhappier I become. I don't really know how I could fit more thinking-about-myself time into a 24 hour day. It's really a full time job.
I'm not going home because I want to. I'm going home because I think I can be of service. And I'm not going home to be of service in the way that I think I should be of service. I'm going home to help people in a manner that they want to be helped. It doesn't matter what I think of their plans - it's what I can do to help make their lives easier.
This Program can be SO FRUSTRATING!
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