Cattāri Brahmavihārā

A crazy morning that involved a 7am doctor’s appointment for the kids in the upper East Side and then down through Manhattan into Brooklyn to drop them of art their respective schools. Harrowing? Slightly. And yet I find myself feeling almost period of myself for being able to pull it off without any breakdowns or catastrophes. At the same time that I am feeling good about myself, however, I am also aware of this dirty, little feeling that I shouldn’t be paying myself at all for such a necessary and routine part of existence. And it occurs to: with so clear a choice between a helpful, kind fabrication and one that will lead only to further criticism and resentment, which is the wise choice?