LETTING GO OF THE PAST

There is a bit of a difference between instigating an incident in the hopes of discovering is discovering something about a person… God knows I didn’t that many times in my childhood and adult life… And responding to a jab by using (old) behaviors to protect ourselves, keep people at a distance. And while the outcomes may be the same, I believe there is a difference between using old behaviors based upon who a person used to be 🤔 versus who they are now -you see, many people have very long memories. And very limited capabilities when it comes to judging character.*

People tend to veer on the side of car should I get that.

I went to the volunteer fire station to apply for a position, the captain there told me “I don’t care what you did before -I care about what you do now” -the most wonderful words I’ve ever heard out of the mouth of a human being in my life.

Would you rather have a crook with a sterling reference or reformed criminal with a bad reference?

Probably the reason so many people have difficulty recognizing or trusting change in others in others it’s because of the difficulty with which they themselves find in changing for the better.*

If you want to be a trustworthy person -then do trustworthy things 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♂️

If you want to effect your esteem -then do esteemable things 🤷‍♂️🤷‍♀️

If you want people to be honest with you -show them you have the ability to hear it 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♂️

For me, these writings seem to get pulled right out of the air above me. It’s as if they are everywhere. The vast majority of these writings over the past 5.5 weeks 95-98%, are writings from the past which have been misplaced- And with the exception of perhaps a handful -these have all come to me through memory. Probably 12 to 1500 between yesterday July 6th and August 18th.

Several months ago I opened up a spotify account and with about a week I had 1200 of my favorite songs from memory in my library -Not bad for a man who continually forgets what he ate for supper, where he put the electric bill he received in the mail a half hour earlier… to get milk at the grocery store…

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