This explains why, in the past, I’ve played the parental figure in most of my relationships, or why I enjoy shooting the shit with the elderly patrons that frequent my neighborhood café.
Environment design works. Talking about tiny changes like moving your healthy foods to a more visible shelf might seem insignificant, but imagine the impact of making dozens of these changes and living in an environment designed to make the good behaviors easier and the bad behaviors harder.
Cremate me. Use my ashes as fertilizer or throw them off a mountain top, whatever. Give my things away. You do not need them.
I was there as well. And then I realized I did not know shit. I still do not, but I know a little more now than I did back when I thought I knew everything, pontificating from the safety of an emotional condom.
When I was in India, in 2007, and shortly after returning, I had a couple of seemingly diametrically opposed experiences that reinforced the following for me: although on some rarefied but real level of human existence, there is really no reason to struggle, but if and when we have to ...
A child needs at least one safe haven in a world full of expected and unexpected dangers and surprises. That place should be in their own home.