The alacrity with which my brain resets itself to Total Self-Absorption (which would be a great name for an Arnold Schwarzenegger movie) is like a fist to the gut sometimes. I get up and my mind grabs onto the sense of self with a power I can't comprehend. If I think I'm going to get my way and avoid any significant pain, I feel OK. Happy, even. But most of the time I'm in a defensive crouch, protecting my turf against a world that is out to make my life difficult. I'm sure that I'm not going to get my way and I'm even more sure that I'm going to be miserable because of this.
Hit the Recovery reset. Seek god - serve your fellows.
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