A song of ascents. Of David.
my eyes are not haughty;
I do not concern myself with great matters
or things too wonderful for me.
2 But I have calmed and quieted myself,
I am like a weaned child with its mother;
like a weaned child I am content.
both now and forevermore.
Knowing my propensity to over-think,
which just gets me more stuck,
I am starting
with something superficial;
a visit to the hairdresser,
which I usually hate because
I always come away feeling like somebody else,
(see I've started thinking again!)
Maybe this time I will just feel
kick-started into being
a whole new woman.
I'll let you know how my re-programming goes.