Raga, raga, raga.
Anyway...
Class went pretty well today. I got home and Zack and I left to go to the chiropractor's so I could get adjusted (muuuuch better!). I think the only time I got mad at him today was during a discussion we were having about the difference between men and women. He always picks tiny little parts of my sentence to pick apart instead of the whole argument! I got mad and pointed it out to him, so he got defensive. Instead of continuing the argument though, I ended it. I changed the steps of the dance! Sometimes there's not much more I can do... I'm not at a point where I can just not respond to something that makes me angry.
The way to fix that is to recognize that the Seer is seperate from the Seen. I am not my anger! I can choose whether to react or not. What I really need to do is find ways to react to something that bothers me without the drama. That's the next step in altering the dance.
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