Monday, May 4, 2026
Wellness might be as simple as being sick and tired of being sick and tired. Advancement might be just tiredness of being mediocre. Tired of being poor. Tired of being a pest.
Alcoholics begin their road to recovery when they are tired of being enslaved. A realization is what’s been called “rock bottom.” A breakthrough is exhaustion from being exhausted. Not only are you tired of trying, you’re tired of trying to stop trying! You’ve reached the “double bind,” where control relinquishes itself.
Healing is the point at which you leave “it” to be. Picking at your sores doesn’t heal. Leaving them alone heals. I used to be one who picked, nitpicked; and like a sore, things festered. My so-called helping was festering. In true healing, we leave “well enough” alone. You must leave yourself alone. And that’s not always understood by the compulsive worrier, or the nag, or the meddling Mrs. Kravitz’s of the world. The pests.
The recovery process is delicate. Recovering from your own sense of control, aka control freak, or freaking out, is not always easy to sense within yourself. Humans seem problematic. If all the humans would just die, the planet would be paradise. It would heal in no time. But how do you solve a problem like Maria? Maria is a person.
But festering humans are picking at sores. Meddlesome nuisances aren’t they? Not only are humans meddlesome pests to the planet, they are pests to each other, and they are pests within themselves. Walking contagions. Parasites in a paradise.
Are we destructive? Are we annoying? Are we problematic, or are we people? There is something about healing and letting it be. Likely, if we stop pestering, we won’t be so much of a nuisance. Are mosquitoes pests or are they simply themselves? The dragon flies and frogs happen to love them.
I wonder who loves me? Such a “nuisance” that I Am.