Well it’s getting that time of the year to start taking “ice box” showers. As you may or may not know, we don’t have running hot water. So we boil it on the stove what we need to wash dishes and such. But around the end of May it usually warms up enough to handle a cold shower, hence the name. Growing up rather your want to or not you start to pick up on habits from the adults around you. One of habits I picked up was using Argo Cornstarch to powder myself down. Every morning my old man would shave after his bath and powder up his nether regions with cornstarch.
I’ll tell you this much this much about cornstarch, he never chafed and seldom did I no matter how fat I got. You know some habits are a good thing, while some habits are not so much. Abuse both physical and mental can come from things you experienced as a child. My Dad while a great provider had his faults and bye golly, I’ve witnessed myself doing the same as well. I even picked up a few from my mom’s habits that can cut as deep as a razor. It’s a traditional kinda thing passed from one generation to the next. Rather you want to sit around and blame your parents for everything, that’s up to you. But through my mindfulness discipline, I’ve learned to listen to that broken child. And begin to heal the ruptures that have haunted me.
Lord knows, I’m not perfect. Just ask Lisa or any of my kids, hell while you’re at ask it anyone that vaguely knows me. I can be a genuine asshole. But the apple doesn’t fall far from tree and either did that box of cornstarch. If you think your life is damn near perfect as it is. Then maybe it’s time you find yourself a Shrink, because you’re crazy. But seriously, change only comes when we want it bad enough. An addict can’t change till he or she knows they can’t control it. I try my best to control my worse impulses, but often my best ain’t good enough. So…
“God grant me serenity to accept the things I cannot change. The courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.”
Reinhold Niebuhr
I’ll tell you this much this much about cornstarch, he never chafed and seldom did I no matter how fat I got. You know some habits are a good thing, while some habits are not so much. Abuse both physical and mental can come from things you experienced as a child. My Dad while a great provider had his faults and bye golly, I’ve witnessed myself doing the same as well. I even picked up a few from my mom’s habits that can cut as deep as a razor. It’s a traditional kinda thing passed from one generation to the next. Rather you want to sit around and blame your parents for everything, that’s up to you. But through my mindfulness discipline, I’ve learned to listen to that broken child. And begin to heal the ruptures that have haunted me.
Lord knows, I’m not perfect. Just ask Lisa or any of my kids, hell while you’re at ask it anyone that vaguely knows me. I can be a genuine asshole. But the apple doesn’t fall far from tree and either did that box of cornstarch. If you think your life is damn near perfect as it is. Then maybe it’s time you find yourself a Shrink, because you’re crazy. But seriously, change only comes when we want it bad enough. An addict can’t change till he or she knows they can’t control it. I try my best to control my worse impulses, but often my best ain’t good enough. So…
“God grant me serenity to accept the things I cannot change. The courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.”
Reinhold Niebuhr
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