Are YOU talking to ME?

When I say "you" I am talking to me.
When I say "me" I am talking to you.

When I say "you" I am telling myself what I think of what I'm signing up for. I tell me what's here for me.

"You are so kind. You are so wonderful." translates to "I am showing up for what is kind. I and showing up for what is wonderful."

When I say me, I'm talking to you. I'm telling you what you're signing up for. I tell you what I am so you know what is here for you.

"I am sometimes late, I can't resist a falafel!" translates to "here's a way you might have to cover or account for a limitation of mine, here's a way to reliably please me."

Whatever it is, when I say "you" or "they" or their name and describe what's going on, I am saying "here is what I choose to serve me. Here is what I think of what I'm serving me."

THIS is the primary reason to be in a state of appreciation, with eyes on the prize, speaking gratitude for what's around—it is an exquisite tool of discernment to make sure you're serving yourself right.

THIS is the reason to reduce your complaining, to end it once and for all. If you continue complaining, you are not taking your own complaints seriously.

If it's hard to be in a state of appreciation, you are welcome to amend what you serve to yourself in any way.

If what you have really is enough, appreciation will sow sanity where your narratives about what's wrong and what's missing might be making you feel crazy in a life of perfect abundance.

There is resonance in loving and acknowledging all that is here, all that is mostly good, functioning well, not much to speak of or see here, smooth operation.

There is always dissonance available in picking apart what is not here, from the infinite depths of my insatiable imagination. No matter how well things are going, I can always take miserable refuge in delusion.