It seems silly unless it’s not.
Feelings, who knew you could learn them the way you learn how to ride a bike or put e before i when it comes after c.
States. We come to once and chose or maybe not. When we are young maybe these states sneak up on us entirely unintentionally and before we know it we are revisiting them the way the addict goes back to what she knows.
Over time feelings become habits like smoking, working out or indulging in bacon donuts.
It seems silly unless it’s your life you’ve invested in practicing anything but feeling loved.
Education is not the same as learning.
Thankfully there’s no end to learning if only I’ll avail myself to never being done or knowing all that I don’t. And so today I’m practicing remembering the feelings I came to this planet with. The feeling of being entirely loved. Peaceful. Content.
An opening, a crack in the habits and beliefs I’ve practiced over a life time. Practiced so frequently I’d begun to believe they were me instead of they were mere outcomes of how I chose to think, be, act, and what I believed.
It’s silly until you realize it’s actually your life.
Practice. We become what we practice.