Our Inner Life

Imagine your spouse or partner tells you that your in-laws are coming over. Your told that they just want to give you something. "What if they come inside? The house is a mess. Dishes are dirty. Clothes are on the floor. Who knows what's in this bowl, and why is not in at least the kitchen, much less the sink? Ugh!" What do you do? Frantically, you pick up, and if nothing at all, you tidy things up.

Why?

You are afraid someone will criticize the way your home looks. If you are like the rest of us, you throw what you can into that one closet that holds literally everything you can put in it. Disorganized. Clutter. Chaos. And who knows? For all you know, the monster your little one is afraid finds his home in that closet. God forbid someone opens that door and everything falls out. Utter humiliation. The last thing we want is for someone to come into our home, look around and comment on everything that is wrong, needs fixed, or why we shouldn't live there in the first place.

Now, imagine your home as your inner life. Your inner life is everything that makes you who you are but that is on the inside. Nothing is observable. Everything you can't see. Thoughts. Beliefs. Feeling. Emotion. Sensation. Memory. Images. Wants. Dreams. Hopes. Worries. Concerns. Fears.