Last night I was all up and ready to start work on a post, but sleep demanded some attention. So now I’m on a train on my way to church and instead found this, which I want to quote only because the bold bit applies so so much to myself.
When a sudden movement of impatience or of anger rises in us, very often we are conscious immediately that this is not right. But our will lets itself be carried along automatically, by force of instinct. It refuses, because it is too weak, to fight sufficiently…against the inordinate desire…to be esteemed and be considered interesting and important.