Where does my enemy sit? (aka, my obnoxious spiritual teacher)
I’m being asked to be nice. Wait, it’s more intense than that. I’m being asked to love her. I really don’t like to use the “enemy” word because it’s so harsh. I’m not even an enemy type of person. Far from it. I’ve always been the peacekeeper in the family/friend group/work environment/neighborhood/etc. Why? I don’t know why. It just exudes from me and it always has. When I went back to college in my late 50s, I felt like a kid in a candy store. What I finally figured out in my later years is that I love to learn. I knew intuitively that it was time for me to go back to school, but I didn’t initially have any clarity on what I wanted to study. I just knew that I wanted to learn something . Have you ever looked at a college class list? It goes on forever! There was LOTS of candy in that candy store. So, what did I ultimately decide to study after much consideration?...