Dust Devils

I once stepped into a dust devil (mini tornado). I got spun around, got my eyes filled with dust, and got knocked onto my butt.

The dust devil didn’t pursue me. I chose to step into it.

What we often forget is that we have the choice whether or not we step into our thought tornados. When we do, we invariably get spun around, get blinded, and get knocked off track.

A much better option is to simply observe the thought tornados from a distance rather than diving in.

Much Love,

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