Last weekend I experienced a stream of irritating thoughts. It was Sunday and my wife and I were getting ready to go Nordic skiing. First, I was irritated at my wife because I couldn’t find my base-layer, poly shirt. I could have experienced gratitude that she takes care of the laundry. Decades ago, as a bachelor in my first apartment, I was lazy enough to take my clean underwear directly out of the dryer rather than fold it and put it away. Why did thoughts of irritation arise instead of thoughts of gratitude?
Beneath Irritation is Fear
Beneath Irritation is Fear
Beneath Irritation is Fear
Last weekend I experienced a stream of irritating thoughts. It was Sunday and my wife and I were getting ready to go Nordic skiing. First, I was irritated at my wife because I couldn’t find my base-layer, poly shirt. I could have experienced gratitude that she takes care of the laundry. Decades ago, as a bachelor in my first apartment, I was lazy enough to take my clean underwear directly out of the dryer rather than fold it and put it away. Why did thoughts of irritation arise instead of thoughts of gratitude?