Wanting things to be different causes me the most turmoil. I just chased two rabbits out of my yard because I don’t want them to be there. I’m not sure if I caused them as much turmoil as I felt. I hope I did. I hope they will want to be some place else and the turmoil will cause them to move out of my yard.
The things I want are exemplary of the many feelings of dis-satisfaction I experience. I want things to be different than they are, I am dis-satisfied with what is. I want the snow to melt and plants to start coming out of the ground. I want my injured leg to be stronger.
I think I notice more how the dis-satisfaction creeps into my life. I am more aware of the powerful influence it has on my contentment. As much as I want the rabbits to be gone from my garden, I am not as disturbed by their presence as I once might have been. I am simply and reflectively looking at my options and deciding what to do. I may want the rabbits to be gone, and I also plan that they no longer will hang out in my yard.