I DO have a problem

Apparently one of the newest ways to help folks with obsessive-compulsive disorder is to encourage them to say, for example, while they are furiously washing their hands in order to clear away germs, "I do have a problem, but it is not with germs, it is my OCD."

Think about that. You're obsessing over something so much so that all of your attention is consumed by it--you practically BECOME it, it's so all-consuming. And then, from somewhere else inside you, you offer yourself release; you recognize that you are not that obsession. You are someone WITH an obsession.

Disidentification is a beautiful thing.

Sometimes I am lost in my job. I have become my job. Sometimes I AM my fear. Or, I am my toothache. Or, I am, walking down this street, with my coolest gear, one cool guy.

I once read (Ferrucci) that we become whatever crosses our consciousness. Neat.

For me, this is veritable proof that I am an illusion.

And it's a profound gift. Choice. Release. Freedom.