Some people in my family have ingrained hang-ups. I do come from this family. Boy! this thing exists together with the good weather around here… and it’s in our genes. My Dad and I were sitting on a park bench and he said- about 35 + years ago- “You stay here and you become (indolent) like it. I think it’s in the perfect climate of C_ _ _ba.” So, I stayed out.
And, it’s never been truer now that I’m back and trying to work something out. It has taken me a life time to know I can defeat it. This rut is not going to put me down because I will not follow the negative thread. I’m going to fight it, any which way I can.
The sucking thing is the powerlessness to lend a hand. And what right do I have to think my way is the better one. They seem happy in their own way.