Sometimes I think there's a part of my brain that's always deeply relaxed and is really good at giving advice. I just don't always listen to it. It's like this little Yoda/Tibetan monk figure sitting calmly in a corner somewhere watching as I run around frantically like a chicken missing something.
I really do give myself good advice.
Try to be more forgiving and patient with people. You don't know what it's like for them.
Be appreciative of all the wonderful things in your own life.
Try not to worry about the future; you'll wind up somewhere eventually, and then just try to enjoy wherever you are.
Think of nice things you can do for people instead of thinking about what you'd like.
Yeah, you probably shouldn't eat those leftovers.
I think of these things and I realize, hey, that's not a bad idea...
and then I flap my little chicken wings and fly/flop into another feathery tizzy. Because I figure with my deep coordination deficit I'd probably be a really terrible flier, even for a chicken.
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