Yesterday I was resistant to everything.
Irritable. I did not want to hear the noise of life and the goings on around me.
I was mad at myself for sleeping in and not getting to sit before the world woke up and started doing all of those things that distract me.
Today I slept in as well. But I just accepted the wife’s clackity clack on the keyboard, the kids running about playing and fighting. The noise from outside. The TV turned up too loud.
Experiencing resistance, I often find that I want to run away from it all. Go off to some mountain retreat and shut out the world.
Experiencing acceptance I find I am deeply in love with every little thing. Even the airplane flying overhead and the neighbor practicing the drums as I sit., a crying child rushing to my lap as I type.