Today I ruined a brand new pair of boots, unintentionally of course. The weatherproofing spray which claimed to be good for "all genuine or manufactured leather and suede" was clearly not all good for my boots. I really really liked those boots. I was so excited when I bought them. And then I was furious. I was so angry I was on the border of tears at the waste of money and the loss of a possession. But before I crossed that border I thought, "Its just a thing". Boots are only a thing. And if I'm about to cry over a thing then I have a problem. Because if I can produce tears about a thing and yet I'm able to hear about and see tragedies that happen to people and not want to cry, that's a problem. If I have a stronger emotional connection to something that I own than someone in my life, or even in my species, then that is horrible. And that thought caused me to become so disturbed with myself that I was brought back from the brink of tears.
My tough love is fully functional today.
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