Waking Up on Halloween


It’s a dark and stormy night, and Halloween movies are on TV. Fatty the cat is on my lap, and I have indigestion (or maybe heartburn). Which came first: the heartache or the heartburn?

When does self-awareness become self-indulgence? Maybe there’s not that much of a difference; just a matter of perspective. It’s these heartburn-induced thoughts that keep me awake on Halloween.

Self-improvement is legitimate, and even if the roles we play or our life situation changes, the inner work we do remains the same. Flashes of lightning peek beneath the door. I think Rosemary’s Baby is on.



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