Boarding the (re-)Train to Normal
Normal, Illinois is where I always put gas in my car on my way to Wisconsin, my family-home. That’s where the first Citgo station is located and where my gas gauge always approaches empty. I have a Citgo gas credit card.
I also have a credit card for Normal Me. That’s my Life credit card. I maxed it out quite awhile ago, but I have been making minimum (maximum actually, plus interest!) payments on it, for years now.
I think, I hope, I pray, that it is now paid in full.
I am re-training Me, returning to Normal Me.
In the way I do dishes, the way I bathe, the way I spend, the way I interact with the world (people) around me. The way I deal with an invader or a helper or a giver or a taker or a poser, be it a cricket, a cockroach, a mouse, or a snake or any variety of each and/or all. The way I love, the way I trust, the way I maintain faith and grasp (with both hands and feet!) onto optimism. The way I treat myself. The way I believe in me (and others) and life and love and hope.
I am training – re-training – Myself. Every minute, every morning, every day. Every night when I cannot sleep.
I just today paid off my Citgo credit card, leaving me plenty of credit available for the next road trip, to my heart-home, though I prefer to pay cash from here on out. To live fully. To live now and in the moment. Credit is postponement. Cash is real. Cash is now. My present and my present.
I am ready to board the Christmas Miracle Train – right now and into the beyond – to a very special New Year.
Merry Christmas to one and all!
p.s. None of this particular missive should be misconstrued as, or mixed up with, or otherwise entwined within, my earlier post which alluded to a train-wreck metaphor. But it certainly could be viewed in contrast to.
Hmmm....another blog subject...? Four days ahead; you’ll probably hear from me again. Tell me you can’t wait.