Fuckit Bucket.

I landed in the Fuckit bucket in a ball of hopelessness and pulled the lid down top of me. Oh dear. Struggling. Resisting. Now what? Carry on resisting or............................

A useful thing - a fuckit bucket. Because otherwise what would I do with that feeling? Would it stay here all the time.............now that's a scary thought!

My mind says: I shouldn't feel that way!

I could just observe myself feeling this way and allow it to happen.

My mind says: What made me feel like that?

I could just feel it.

My mind says: Take it away!

I could just accept the feeling.

My mind says: Okay, just wallow in it.

I could just relax into it.

My mind says:  Get out of it.

I could embrace it with love.

My mind says: Whatever you do, it's still here.  

Give up mind. I welcome it. It's just here. Whatever the reason,whether it's right or wrong. it's here.
And it slowly dissolves as acceptance grows.
And the fuckit bucket is emptied.