A worrier, in terms of a tenacious pulling, picking working at. A part of my character, even more when handed a hard experience, and I will strip the meat, gnaw the bone and suck the marrow to get every possible lesson out of a miserable time. A kind of researcher, a scholar, I studied, pieced together every scrap to understand where I'd been. I studied people, striving to understand, playing out scenarios in my head, practicing conversations. I don't believe in suffering conferring grace, unless it is through hard earned wisdom. Education is never a waste, so long as it's not wasted.
Or, maybe I'm watching too much Columbo lately.
This, from Whiskey River.
"You find your genius by looking in the mirror of your life. Your visible image shows your inner truth, so when you're estimating others, what you see is what you get. It therefore becomes critically important to see generously, or you will get only what you see; to see sharply, so that you discern the mix of traits rather than a generalized lump; and to see deeply into dark shadows, or else you will be deceived."
- James Hillman
5 comments:
I don't hardly worry ever, I don't find it serves a purpose and find it takes too much energy while accomplishing nothing.
I rarely dig as deep as you describe, but do occasionally by way of an explicit and conscious decision to do so.
that's a mighty wise quote
I have a worry quotient that fills up with whatever is around. If there is nothing serious, I'll worry about the trivial...
I was in this case being specific, to worry like a terrier, to dig and dig, to bite into and shake it. Not as a kind of stewing to no purpose. Phil.
Firebird,
So I thought.
Rosie,
Probably why it's wise for us natural worriers to do puzzles, read, knit, whatever.
The only reason I have a sparkly clean kitchen is because I'm a natural worrier.
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