Ah, Mindfulness.

Mindfulness.  Mindfulness.  Mindfulness.

Yes, please.

With a side order of humility, please, except can I have that on a separate plate?  Thanks.

This morning, I am triggered.   I am triggered by my 15 year old.

When I am triggered, I “kitchen sink.”  It’s not a productive or healthy pattern, but it’s mine, and I have been known to treasure it like a precious heirloom.  I have “kitchen sinked” in my intimate relationships, in my friendships, and as a parent.  It’s how I am.  I “go there.”

Oh.  Some of you are lost.  Sorry.   For those of you who are not familiar with “kitchen-sinking,” it’s the pattern by which, when we become upset with someone or someone offends or harms us, we are flooded with–and frequently respond with–the emotions associated with all of the prior times that something similar happened, all the mistakes and violations that that person has…