Have you ever thought about how life could have been? Of course you have. We all do. But, do you dwell on this like a ex lover does “the song?” As the philosopher Plato proposes, is there a parallel universe wherein your perfect self has front row tickets watching you continuously screw things up?
The other day I had someone very close to me look at me and say “it’s one thing to work with those types of people [transgenders], but it’s another thing to hire them.” I looked at her in amazement and said, “I think that’s exactly what the whites said about the blacks in years gone by (and even now still unfortunately). I told her it’s racist, sexist people like her that light a fire under me to hire more….people.
Yesterday, I was thinking about why people become addicted. Don’t remember where I heard this, but while thinking of this, something I learned years ago came back to me. When we seek refuge in drugs, alcohol, sex, gambling, love or whatever the addiction may be, we are attempting to satisfy one (or all) of these three needs:
If you're trapped with dibilitating anxiety/panic right now, tell somebody. Don't hold it in. In fact, when you share this with others, you disarm anxiety's strength in your life.