The Choice of Joy: Day 21, Inviting Back The Demons

I smile when I read my post of yesterday.  I did the very thing which I so often criticize in others: seeing another’s faults and wishing they would change.  And now I have projected my projections onto a global stage.  Oh, the irony. 

Well, at least I am not still expecting that if only my family, former lovers and close friends would change, then I could be happy, content and the world a better place.

Still, throwing my flaws onto Democrats, Republicans, dictators, Palin, Obama, the Christian Right and even Oprah seems a real stretch.  My pitching arm is just not that good.  None of my demons seem to stick on these targets very well.

So I guess I might as well invite my demons back.  They’re heading toward me anyway.  Is this Grotstein’s inner truth drive prodding at me?  Has some thought in search of a thinker found a place in my brain, the thought of inviting my demons home?  “Be careful what you pray for. . .”

So.  As my demons crowd into my living room, I’m wondering if this is such a good idea. 

Not a joyful experience.  Still, I can smile at the exercise.  Okay, there is something joyful about the meeting.  I see old friends, I mean “associates.”  And there are some new acquaintances.  I feel like I am in for a group therapy session of cosmic proportions.