...The Ego, however, is not who you really are. The ego is your
self-image; it is your social mask; it is the role you are playing.
Your social mask thrives on approval. It wants control, and it is
sustained by power, because it lives in fear ~ Deepak Chopra
"I'm so tired. I just got out of work. Haven't eaten anything yet. Haven't had time to rest yet. My shorts are too tight. This dress makes me look fat. I am fat. My hair is awful. Make up isn't doing much to help the situation. Is that gray?? I look tired already. If only I had washed my hair this morning. I only have 10 minutes to get ready! So. Damn. Tired. Move out of the way, dumb drivers! I wish I was driving a newer car. I wish my dress looked better. I wish I was a size 3-5 again. I'd even settle for 7. This car is soooo slow. Why didn't I make time to run on Thursday? Why did that maintenance man took so long, I could've run before billiards. Why did Jesse put me against a higher level player, I keep getting beat. Jesse always tells me to relax and have fun, so why aren't I having fun? I have to stop pouting when I don't sink a ball. I have to stop setting up easy shots for my opponent. Ugh 10 balls last night, what a loser. Of course the THIN girl won her match. Bleh. Things would be easier if I was thinner. Why did I agree to play tennis right after work? This court is dirty. Leaves everywhere. The wind just kicked up. Didn't she say she was injured? Why is she hitting so well? Why can't I hit straight? What is wrong with my topspin? Damn strings. And now the grip isn't tacky enough. Why did I let Steve convince me to try these strings? 1-6 on the first set?! WTH. C'mon, Karen, try harder. She's thinner than me. Blondes get away with everything! The net hates me, it's blocking all my shots. Why didn't I bring water? Why didn't I eat anything before I played? How did I beat her last time and now she's kicking my ass with 2-6 for the 2nd set. Yes, we're done - you just beat me! Twice! Great. Even her car is cute. New, pristine white BMW next to the grimy, old gold one from the 80's. Power door locks too. Well of course go back in the car to grab your cell phone - tell everyone you beat the girl who beat almost everyone at the Westlake Club. Annihilated by someone who hasn't played in a while, who was laid up in the hospital for 5 days. Why did I ever think I was good? I'm going to suuuck tomorrow."
"I'm so tired. I just got out of work. Haven't eaten anything yet. Haven't had time to rest yet. My shorts are too tight. This dress makes me look fat. I am fat. My hair is awful. Make up isn't doing much to help the situation. Is that gray?? I look tired already. If only I had washed my hair this morning. I only have 10 minutes to get ready! So. Damn. Tired. Move out of the way, dumb drivers! I wish I was driving a newer car. I wish my dress looked better. I wish I was a size 3-5 again. I'd even settle for 7. This car is soooo slow. Why didn't I make time to run on Thursday? Why did that maintenance man took so long, I could've run before billiards. Why did Jesse put me against a higher level player, I keep getting beat. Jesse always tells me to relax and have fun, so why aren't I having fun? I have to stop pouting when I don't sink a ball. I have to stop setting up easy shots for my opponent. Ugh 10 balls last night, what a loser. Of course the THIN girl won her match. Bleh. Things would be easier if I was thinner. Why did I agree to play tennis right after work? This court is dirty. Leaves everywhere. The wind just kicked up. Didn't she say she was injured? Why is she hitting so well? Why can't I hit straight? What is wrong with my topspin? Damn strings. And now the grip isn't tacky enough. Why did I let Steve convince me to try these strings? 1-6 on the first set?! WTH. C'mon, Karen, try harder. She's thinner than me. Blondes get away with everything! The net hates me, it's blocking all my shots. Why didn't I bring water? Why didn't I eat anything before I played? How did I beat her last time and now she's kicking my ass with 2-6 for the 2nd set. Yes, we're done - you just beat me! Twice! Great. Even her car is cute. New, pristine white BMW next to the grimy, old gold one from the 80's. Power door locks too. Well of course go back in the car to grab your cell phone - tell everyone you beat the girl who beat almost everyone at the Westlake Club. Annihilated by someone who hasn't played in a while, who was laid up in the hospital for 5 days. Why did I ever think I was good? I'm going to suuuck tomorrow."
Yes, I ranted like that in my head from the time I got home from work to the time I got in my car after the tennis game. Amazing. I just had to write it all down. I even ranted to Steve while we were waiting to get seated at Sushi Planet. But the moment we started eating and talking about other things, it was like a light switch in my brain. The negativity got turned off. Or perhaps I should do a better analogy. Dimmer switches. My negativity got dimmed to a very, low glow. Almost indiscernible. That's when I realized my Ego may re-surface every now and then but that it's never permanent. My true Self is in there helping me out. Just like the way your body may crave certain foods because you are lacking particular nutrients, my Self takes over to calm the Ego. I've yet to really take full control of my Ego but that's a good start!
I'm not perfect. I don't always have a positive outlook on things. I get frustrated easily. That's me. But I still love myself (not the mirror, mirror on the wall type). I still hope for the best. I still try my best. And that's my Self, not as loud and as obvious as Ego, but a comforting presence.
Perhaps in another blog, I'll let you in on what I'm thinking when I'm doing Bikram Yoga ;-).