Let Go My Ego
I’ve been trying to get some spiritual work done lately. It’s not going great.
I’m not talking about meditating, levitating, studying scripture or attending religious meetings five nights a week.
And no, I won’t be ascending any staircases on my knees next month in Italy either.
I just want to murder my ego. I want it dead as a door nail.
I want it to stop following me around all day making me expect special treatment–like pretty birthday cards from my old man, foot massages and good customer service from Tracfone.
Leave me alone you nasty ego.
You make me say assanine things on Facebook.
You make me angry when I don’t get the reaction from people that I want.
You make me feel embarrassed over things that happened decades ago.
You make me whine like a baby when I’m hot and tired and dirty and just want a bath but it’s only 2:30 in the afternoon and I’m no where near done working in the yard yet.
You make me act like people I don’t like.
You make me have a meltdown in a smokey I-84 rest area because I have to sleep there in 100 degree heat and I’m hot and tired and dirty and just want a bath, like every other poor soul stuck there, and there are plenty, because they can’t find a room or a campsite, or because they are homeless and sleep there every damned night but I have to act like some privileged old white lady with her first world problems and have a bitch fit…because of you.
Damn you ego, you did that to me.
I dislike you immensely.
Like I said, it’s not going so well.
But I’m working on it.
I’ll get that bitch yet.
And I’m open to suggestions.