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Love Itself Is Not An Act Of Will, But Sometimes I Need The Force Of My Volition To Break With My Habitual Responses And Pass Along The Love Already Here.

It's Not That "today Is The First Day Of The Rest Of My Life," But That Now Is All There Is Of My Life.

Boredom Or Discontent Is Useful To Me When I Acknowledge It And See Clearly My Assumption That There's Something Else I Would Rather Be Doing. In This Way Boredom Can Act As An Invitation To Freedom By Opening Me To New Options And Thoughts. For Example, If I Can't Change The Activity, Can I Look At It More Honestly?

I Sometimes React To Making A Mistake As If I Have Betrayed Myself. My Fear Of Making A Mistake Seems To Be Based On The Hidden Assumption That I Am Potentially Perfect And That If I Can Just Be Very Careful I Will Not Fall From Heaven. But A 'mistake' Is A Declaration Of The Way I Am, A Jolt To The Way I Intend, A Reminder I Am Not Dealing With The Facts. When I Have Listened To My Mistakes I Have Grown.

I Like A Man With Faults, Especially When He Knows It. To Err Is Human