It's a lifelong effort, at least it has been for me so far. I
thoroughly enjoy uncovering the layers upon layers upon layers
of the self. Just when I hit the bottom, I start wiping. Then I
find I've wiped away a dirty piece of glass that lets me peer to
the level below that. So, I have to break the glass. Jump down
to the next floor.
It's an adventure game and i love it. Where's the "me" in all of
this? All of it, even the stuff I don't want. I literally
believe, "It's all good!", although I like working on
self-control of the "me" in the "moment". When negative thoughts
come, I let them pass by like clouds. When I find myself
emotionally pulled in a direction I do not care for, I find ways
to dissect what about the situation is causing the emotional
pull within me... and usually I have to remove myself from the
situation because excessive emotional influence (especially when
my empathy is being manipulated without my permissoin) is hard
to resist once I get past a certain point.
