Rather than distancing myself from
the Triumvirate of Misery (i.e. "...sad...grief...pain.") I use it as
an opportunity to cultivate and focus my energy in order to enhance familiarity
with myself. Misery draws (maybe drags is more accurate) my attention more
fully in to the issues I'd prefer to forget or ignore. I can choose to face
them instead of quippishly excusing the significance of addressing them or
romanticizing my capability to cope with them. I give myself over to the
sensation of misery, learn what I can from it, and move on. This is how I try
to deal with my "Dire Wolves of Misery".
Currently, I choose to believe that
their purpose for giving chase is to challenge me so that I might confront them
and grow in my acceptance, love, and understanding of self, so to realize my
potential. They enrich my life, guide, and nourish me. In nurturing my
understanding of misery, what was once an intruder is now a welcomed guest. If viewed as before, then the purpose of the
wolves is relegated to the act of mangling my existence. I assign them new
meaning, and name them. I disempower them. They are well-behaved to the extent
that I am aware and intolerant of their mischief. Misery's affect is in a
person’s attitude towards it.