day 41. I realized something. Today I installed QuickBooks. And I couldn't get a certain feature to work right, no matter how many times I checked to be sure I was doing it right. What I noticed is that I don't get frustrated, I get a panicky anxious feeling, and guess where I noticed my hands. Be"H it was just a few seconds, clothed. But there it was. One of the big triggers for me--I'm stupid, I can't do this, I'm not adequate like my older brother, yada, yada, yada.
For once I don't leap to the shmutz to drain off the anxious feeling. I went back and figured out a workaround with the software. But this is a big deal for me. I didn't fall when I was triggered by the whole gallery in my head yelling drek at me about my intelligence and adequacy.
And you know what, the truth is I'm not a super smart guy, and I am kind of backwards about doing certain things that seem to be pretty easy for others. Nu, so, this makes me "less" somehow? Like Hashem looked away for a second when a midionite zonah walked by? And something got left out of my Neshamah? I have one job for right now in my life. To take one day at a time, and beg to do His will.
Only I can do it in the way that He wants me to do it. I once heard this (I think I've posted this somewhere before, but maybe it's worth a second post): "G-d makes of each life a separate experiment. And we are not to compare experiments".
So today a big thing happened for me. I took my hands away. He took my hands away. Because I'm not that strong. Hashem, Hashem, today you saved me again. When I say Ashrey tonight, I will say it slowly, and think about today. Thank you.