In my mind, it means that, things that I might not do, or consider, if I were working consciously, can influence my thoughts or behaviour. I can, unknowingly, do or think things to meet a sub-conscious need that would be unacceptable to my brain if I were actively thinking about it. So my desire to separate myself from the Museum existed only in the back of my mind, but when a socially acceptable reason or excuse for the action arose, the idea immediately jumped to the fore front, even if I had never before consciously considered it. This can be scary.
But I think I can figure out a way to work it out. If she will agree to pay me, I will agree to immediately make a cash donation to the museum for the full amount, on the understanding that I will receive a tax receipt, for a charitable donation.
Amber and the girls came for supper last night. We were all exhausted, and sat around staring at each other until they went home. I gather that none of them had had much sleep lately, and David and I were both tired as well. Amber says that Darren's father's estate has been settled, and they've been able to catch up with the bills. Darren has also bought himself a quad--something he's needed for his guiding. Both of their vehicles have been repaired, which is a load off my mind. We've still heard nothing about our car, and I have a sense that the longer the delay, the worse the news.
Monday, February 28, 2011
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