Honestly? I find this using my THINKING GUIDANCE SYSTEM very hard to put into practice. Mark Twain said, “I can resist anything but temptation.” I know just what he meant. I don’t have a problem with my EMOTIONAL GUIDANCE SYSTEM taking off . . . and spinning all sorts of ridiculous catastophe fanning “This is awful, terrible, and I can’t stand it!”
Until something DOESN’T GO MY WAY.
Right now I’m sitting on a plane considering the idea that I might actually work on raising my own functioning by applying natural systems thinking to my own behavior, inside and out. This is big. Isn’t the whole idea about becoming a psychologist that I’m supposed to have it “together” in all circumstances? After all, I’ve had the training. Heck, I’ve taught the training for years.
So, why am I sitting here thinking . . .
What if the plane crashes? 
(This doesn’t really bother me, I just thought the possibility should be mentioned.)
What if someone has the middle seat next to me while everyone else on the plane has a spare seat next to them? (I’m anxious as hell about this one.)
What if they start serving drinks from the front of the plane and it’s FOREVER before they get to me?
What if they only have dry roasted peanuts, 
no honey-roasted?
What if we land late and it’s hard to get a taxi, and then there’s a lot of traffic, and what if room service shuts down before I get to the hotel, and I think I forgot my cell charger . . . ah, jeez, here comes a really tall guy . . . yep, “Oh, hi. Sure, no problem . . . let me move my stuff and shove it under the seat in front of me where it will be very inconvenient to retrieve during the flight and I won’t get anything done . . . Oh, no, I didn’t say anything . . .”
Now, what’s troubling is–you’d think there would be a big drop in stress level between plane crash and no honey roasted peanuts. That if I could be assured that “plane crash” was off the table, I’d be okay with dry-roasted on the peanuts, sharing my armrest, or even hours of circling the airport without being able to land. But no.
This is because my EMOTIONAL GUIDANCE SYSTEM is one powerful sick puppy. But here’s the deal I’m making with you guys. I’m am really going to apply what I know about getting my THINKING GUIDANCE SYSTEM a little more in the picture and tell the truth about how it goes.
The same night, 10 p.m. The “sleep timer” does not function on the television. You know the rest.
Tomorrow’s another day. 
The truth about Mexico . . . is still a ways off.
