It seems to me that I keep doing something until I have had enough. This happened today. There’s this thing I do that I know is a useless distraction but I have done it for years (no, I’m not going to tell you what it is). Today, I did it and observed myself as I did so, as I usually do. And I saw that it was a stupid vestige of my past, a habit, and that I had had enough.
Yes, observation of self is objective, impartial, free of judgment. But the conclusion is sometimes a kind of disgust that says “that’s enough”. I can’t make myself go there, but when it happens, I can be thankful. What is unworthy falls away in time because it is created by time. Attention wears away the impulse but body/mind seems to complete the change with a sensation of rejection and disgust. Enough is enough.
