Jesus. I think all that new-agey crap is BULLSHIT. Who's got time for that shit? I'm just trying to get through the damn day and get the stuff right in front of me relatively accomplished. Shit like laundry and cleaning cat's boxes.
I am embarrassed to admit I'm reading Mr. Touchy Feely's book right now. Dr. Wayne Dyer. I have been so aggravated by the title of I'm Okay, You're Okay, I've been loathe to pick up anything that sonofabitch has written for decades.
I'm not okay. You're not okay. But I'm okay with that. So get over it.