At Odds With My Aura
My chiropractor/applied kinesiologist/witch doctor told me that I have an unusually large aura. I asked him how I could fix that.
“It’s a good thing,” he said.
I said, “It needs to be smaller.”
I think I’ve understood for a pretty long time that I need to surround myself with people who contribute to the quality of my life. People who inspire me, lift me up, help keep me afloat.
I think I’ve believed for a long time that I am a strong, capable, independent woman. That belief took a very long time to rise to the surface, and another long time to sink into my pores and become my oxygen and my water, my means to survive.
Then came a time that I believed I could maybe even give something back to the universe. Not that my cup runneth over or anything, but perhaps if I stepped through the gate in the fence or at least peeked over the wall, I might evolve. And grow. And expand. And experience. I might not only survive, but perhaps even thrive.
I might experience life. Life without boundaries. Life in abundance. Life that actually had life.
So…I opened the gate. I peeked and then I stepped through. And I invited life in.
Did I get distracted? Caught up in the chaos? Lose sight of the big picture?
It seems so.
At some point along the way, I let down my guard. I lowered my standards and my expectations. At some point along the way, I put all of my eggs in one basket. Then the bottom of the basket fell out. (Too many eggs? Rotten eggs? A weak foundation? Probably all. A lesson [to be] learned…)
And now I am scrambled.
Yet, but, (still, and once again) I sense the approaching (sometimes encroaching) presence of my Warrior Spirit. Right now she is out there, somewhere in the big, bad, scary world, once again, gathering eggs, gathering steam, seeking inspiration, seeking motivation and, especially, a destination.
I only hope that she returns before my sleepy, dreamy self goes back into hibernation.
P.S. Friday, September 16, 2016
Chaos Reigns Supreme
but at least I Conquered the Cockroaches
And still (only?) 3.5 days to go.
[I’m supposed to be in St. Louis. Ask me why I am not.]
(stop, start, end, begin.)
It’s do or die or die trying.
P.P.S. Watch for my cockroach remedy story. You don't want to miss it. (By now you know that's just a teaser to keep you coming back for more, right?)