There are days when I can yell at the neighbour when she forgets another appointment, grumble when someone in the queue cuts in and beat myself up when I forget to cover the firewood properly. I notice then: I am actually at war with myself.
The war in us
The war in us
The war in us
There are days when I can yell at the neighbour when she forgets another appointment, grumble when someone in the queue cuts in and beat myself up when I forget to cover the firewood properly. I notice then: I am actually at war with myself.