Back to zero with a body-slam of the belief that I don’t trust myself. More accurately, I have identifies/me that are not trust-worthy. And seeing that, I wonder if I really trust anyone else. This is making me feel sad.

Merriam-Webster.com says trust: belief that someone or something is reliable, good, honest, effective, etc. My eye goes right to “good” and I feel uncomfortable.

I see that it doesn’t say “perfect” or “flawless.” Maybe it’s like having a trusty tool — one that fits your hand well and gets the job done almost always. I expect it will wear out at some point, and I don’t expect the hammer to do the circular saw’s job. How can I expect my attention-vampire identity to have my body’s best interest in mind? All I can expect is, through practice and awareness, to notice that identity and let it go. Fortunately, a compassionate identity is always waiting and ready to be used.