The ants are back.
The dove is gone.
I hear you clearing your throat.
This means everything is doomed.
I am doomed.
These things prove it.
I hear a baby bird chirping to be fed.
I smile.
This means that everything is okay.
I remind myself that I am not doomed.
That I can change my thinking and response to things happening around me.
It’s annoying the ants are back. I can handle it.
I am sad about the dove. I can feel that sadness.
I hear you clearing your throat. That’s what is happening. That is what you are doing. It has nothing to do with me and who I am.
These things, my thoughts, prove it.
