I’m trying to control you for a few minutes. I want your attention. If you don’t mind wasting some time with me, I’d appreciate it. I want you to see the world like I see it, just for a moment. Then if you don’t like the view you can call me a so and so and get on with your life. Ok, here it goes. Close your eyes for three seconds and open them up, otherwise you won’t be able to read the rest of this. Go.

 

I’ll start with a question that was asked of me while I was ranting about a person who’d rubbed me the wrong way. “How much rent is he paying you for the occupation of your brain?” I stopped and took a breath. I wanted to be offended by the question but after a minute or two of mulling that question over, I chuckled and shook my head. “Wow, I’ve never thought about it like that.” I said and then I became quiet. Slowly I realized that I was giving my mind, freely, to unrest. I chuckled again at my own foolishness. Every time I considered the people who’d wronged me and their slights, I smiled. I was the culprit. I was the one who was making me miserable. They had no control over my mind if I didn’t give it to them.

 

Now, when I find myself obsessing over something someone said or did, I remember the question

and I smile. I find that my brain rent is rising and my tormentors can’t afford to live there anymore. On the other hand, peaceful souls can come and go as they please, rent free.

The neighborhood is looking really nice these days. I spend a lot of time there. I should know.

Thanks Lee.