So. The bit on Saturday bore fruit, and succinct fruit at that.
- I assess duties and make decisions dispassionately
- Afterwards I determine my emotional needs
- If they are in conflict with the recently made decision, I aggressively question my worth as a person
That’s as succinct a syllogistic horror as anyone can expect. 48 hours have not wrought new insights, clarity, or sudden bursts of inspiration. I understand the problem fully, and sometimes can work around it.
If I pause consciously between the dispassionate decision and the emotional experience, I just have time to give me permission to have emotional fallout, and to take steps toward remedy. If I don’t do that, I get to ride my self-abuse carousel for a few more cycles, until I can think again.
That is a sufficiently narrowly-focused issue that Lexi the Wonder-Hypnotist would be the best possible person to talk to, to pick her brain about how to raise my success rates, and maybe build a tool or two to facilitate that. I’ve just left her a message.
Maybe this time she’ll make me cluck like a chicken. That always looked like fun on TV sitcoms.