I was experiencing a normal dose of morning stress, just getting the family ready to go out the door.
I suddenly wanted more coffee. “I” suddenly wanted more coffee. It would be a quick fix, a quick solution (not a long-term fix).
Who was that? Cé a dúirt é sin? What was that? It was interesting to ask “Hey, who said that?”, and I didn’t have an obvious answer.
Another day, I was dealing with an upset family member who was having a bad day. I wanted a treat for myself to recover, a pain-au-chocolat, no less! “I” wanted a treat.
Who was that?
It’s been helpful for me to see this impulse as something of its own sub-system of me, and not a definition of the overall system that my parents named Eoin. At least then I can question it, examine it, try to understand it.