That's me, alright.
A little blurry, cuz things are moving so fast.
But in a good way.
Looking straight ahead.
Observing, scanning, inhaling, devouring, absorbing, savoring, reveling in.
Appreciating the contrast, that produces a desire, that launches preferences to my cosmic casting director, who stands with his clipboard of people, circumstances and events in the wings, choreographing them all on the stage of my life according to how I choose to feel in any moment.
He's a busy guy these days.
When I remember to work my joy pullers and my resistance toys, I get to new places of "getting it".
When I don't, I feel like crap.
Until I remember again.
So what If things suck for a minute, or a hundred?
I know what to do about it.
Who to be about it.
And that has tons more legs than staying stuck in resentment.
I've noticed.
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