Avoiding the perils of a puppy-dog mind

Curled up on the couch I was. Crying again.

Lord, when will it all end?

The day had started well enough. A day without structure. A day just for me.

No events booked. No people to see. No pressure, no fuss, no muss…

I crave days like that, as life becomes busier. I love time to myself. To be free.

But, sure as mustard, my day took a nose-dive. It ditched me right into the sea. The ocean of misery swallowed me whole.

Again.

Seriously. Enough already. What’s with all this sobbing?

Maybe you’re grieving, as I am, the loss of your soulmate, your reason-to-be.

Perhaps you are struggling to find light to live by in times that seem unbearably sad.

Or you could just be noticing you’ve not smiled so much lately, your forehead creased into slight frowning...

Whatever ‘amok’ your mind may be running, I hope the following helps — my journaled reflections as I took on the perils of my puppy-dog mind.

A Mantra Can Save You From a Mind Run Amok