Today, I remembered...

it's not the person that's the problem, it's my thought patterns.

So, I walk into the bathroom - towels strewn all over the floor. A flurry
of thoughts ensues - "Jack focuses too much on his appearance"
(he'd presumably used them to coiff his 15 year old mop of hair), "he
and his father are so inconsiderate", "Jack will have a hard time adjusting
to being on his own because he's so spoiled and used to getting his own
way and having other people do things for him". Wow! A lot of mental
manure in a short space, wouldn 't you agree?

Then, I remembered Byron Katie in the book "Loving What Is" talked
about how she used to argue with her kids about not picking up their
socks. After she had a breakdown and subsequent awakening, she
just picked up the socks and enjoyed it!

Now stay with me here -- this is good stuff. The socks (or in my case, the
towels) were just socks. And picking up the socks to see the clean floor
underneath is a joy.

My point? When we see things as they truly are rather than cover them
with untrue and un-useful thoughts and judgments, we enjoy life. We are
then truly flowing in the present, not mentally fighting ourselves.

Our rightful place, I'd say.