On one page I wrote simply:
I think I am disillusioned.
Yet under it, who knows how long the above thought held real estate, I wrote:
I realized I am not disillusioned. The disillusion is who is in charge of your life.
What did this mean anyway? Why was I thinking this? What had brought me so disenchanted, so down to earth in thought? But then it appears I was corrected. That something caused my eyes to open in understanding where charge of life came from- which- I've come to accept- is me. Scary, but true. The illusion is always other factors take hold of your life- your job, your lack of job, your boyfriend, your husband, your lack of either, the children, the dog, your parents, your debt, America, the weather, Katie Couric, the sales at Victoria Secret, the television show Lost. Whatever. We blame it all on controlling what essentially we only control.
Interesting how we forget these simple things. Time to step back and suck it up.