Being a Victim

I drifted into feeling like a victim earlier this morning. The bodily aches and pains, the problems with Comcast, the up-front cost of getting Devorah out. I was angry and wanted to lash out. Now, I’m feeling better. My cousin the physician says about people my age, “You’ll never feel worse than when you get out of bed.” Boy, that’s the truth! What happened? Why am I better now and not feeling like a victim? I accepted responsibility; remembered I had a choice, gave it all over. I realized I didn’t enjoy how I was feeling, didn’t want to be a victim and asked to see it differently. It’Ask and ye shall receive, knock and it shall be opened unto you, seek and ye shall find….

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