I am happy today. Feeling great, great, great.
Could be greater, but doing pretty well. I think I was mentioning somewhere I was walking with a bounce in my step yesterday. That was great, great, great, of course. Should go without saying.
I was at a public place. Sometimes I slink around, flying under the radar, looking not so great, great, great, like I have something to hide (I don't.)
Maybe it's all my confidence building teachings of the last couple of months. They've actually sunk in. They came from somewhere sunken within me, came to the fore, and now have resunk, with the result being that they sunk themselves in a better place than they were before, so I'm feeling great, great, great.
Where precisely they had sunk originally -- I don't know. I think it might be that whole teaching of Plato, that we already know everything but we just don't know we know it. We forget. So we hear something -- let's say a self-help teaching -- and it resonates with us. It's not that we didn't know it already, but we needed to resonate with it.
Personally, I don't buy self-help books. I see them lined up on the shelf and I avoid them all. We already know it, like Plato said. And of course we didn't need Plato to tell us that, since we already knew that too. And you don't need me to tell you any of this because you already know it. Which as far as I'm concerned is great, great, great, because it's just a lot of unnecessary work, for me to be thinking this, then typing it, then posting it.
Anyway, I walked with a lot of confidence. Then when I woke up today I was thinking of that in relation to worry. "What, me worry?" What good does worrying do? I think it actually does some good. It keeps you on time. It keeps you on your toes. But there's a good side and there's a wild side. You want to avoid the wild side of worry.
OK, let me just say it's all great, great, great one more time and I'll be done.