I can do with less drama in my life. The less the better. But my ego will not let me. He insists on me being the hero when things become heroic, and the misunderstood villain when things become mischievous! Oh woe!
I am quitting smoking (last nicotine laced smoke to grace my lungs was in end January 2015), and I have become a most-loyal customer of our friendly neighbourhood dentist (overcoming my yellow-bellied fear of the dentist chair), seeing him 4 times over the past 3 months. So my ego (and me) would like to take credit for that. That and the woebegone ‘damsel’ that is my conscience, forever at the mercy of her capricious bipolar host.
A high horse. But when I ponder over the circumstances of my two ‘conversions’, much like Paul on the road to Damascus, with all humility, I think I just fell off my high horse. I just ended my procrastination and endless (and I mean ENDLESS) rationalising over my smoking habit and my odontophobia (fear of dentists) and simply just did it (like Nike said I should) – I stumbled off the horse, quit the cancer stick and made that dental appointment.
But the how, when and why I found the courage to do either? Truly, only God knows.
Oh, and one more thing. About that high horse I was on. It must have been a very, very, very high horse indeed. Because, gosh, I am still falling…. or… am just I hitting the ground and inevitably climbing back up on my high horse – only to fall again? And again. And again. Oh no.
Pray for me, sunshine. This ride ain’t over yet!
wa min Allah at-taufiq
HATE HAS NO PLACE IN ISLAM
LOVE WILL SHOW THE WAY