That is a double entrendre of course. It becomes me, in that I am attractive when working. It suits me. I am a natural at it.
And therein lies a challenge.
I am on the Big Island, trying to take a little break. But I don’t know how. Because work has become me. It’s what I think about. It’s what I feel inclined to do. It calms me down when I feel anxious.
I tell myself that if only this were a dedicated, exclusive vacation, then I would be able to not think about work. But that would take planning. And notifying. And all sorts of other things. I find it an attractive idea, but far from here and now.
So I guess that means I will tackle this topic. When I feel so restrained by something, I take it that my #2 (my monkey mind, my self-limiter) has somehow hijacked my brain. And since for me, for now, consciousness is everything, on this working vacation I will schedule my playing vaction on the calendar, and let the energy gather around it independent of my self-limiting tendencies.
