I am not your mother!

I am not your mother! Yelled the chiropractor. Thank god, I thought, but she continued, and then, ultimately refused to provide care.

This happened to me several times, in several environments, not just with chiropractors and not just with women.

Like every person on this planet, I live my life out in a machine. No, not the Matrix, albeit I may, but I am not aware of that. But I am painfully aware about the personal hell machine I created with my words.

Everyone has a machine. That is where you live. It is running your life, most likely, and there is no escape the machine… other than surprisingly it is possible to carve out a good life, on condition that you know your machine and learn how to manage it. Continue reading “I am not your mother!”