I throw out the half-eaten box of cookies
I’m wise enough
To accept how foolish I am
About the poem:
I recently read something by Byron Katie that said, “Don’t pretend to be more evolved than you are.” I love this and see examples of this regularly.
I know by now where my strengths and weaknesses are. An open box of a dozen cookies, early morning exercise plans, or social engagements back-to-back …none of these work for me. I don’t have to be perfect, but life is easier when I accept how many ways I’m not. Then I can work with those weaknesses directly, rather than being surprised and disappointed in myself.
Somehow this bare tree just before sunset seemed also wise enough. Nothing fancy, but still graceful, beautiful and strong.
January 12, 2014