![]() Occasionally, The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage will come into my Interior Castle and say something to the effect, “Would you like me to do any organizing in here?” In this “safe place,” I can have it my way every day. I sit at my desk look at my computer, surrounded by thousands of books. There is only one place I can have anything my way: my Personal Interior Castle, my office. Regarding this, The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage has several PhDs in “Doing It My Way.” If I were smart and not saying I am, I would let her always have it her way. If I did everything my way, I’m sure I would be locked up in jail or an insane asylum by now. Maybe it worked for him, but it hasn’t worked for me, at least not yet. ![]() I often think of Frank Sinatra’s song, “I Did It My Way.” For the life of me, I do not know what that is all about. And, boy, have I had disasters in my life. My personal history is that it turns out to be a disaster whenever I have everything my way. I don’t have it often, but I try to take it seriously when I do. Every once in a while, I have a little thought giggling in my brain to the effect that if only I had it my way.
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