Aging gets a shitty rap. Now that I am getting old enough to be weathering the storms of perimenopause and it’s absolute weirdness, I can understand why. Actually I understood why it gets a shitty rap quite a long time ago when my grandparents and dad died. I am here to tell ya: aging ain’t all a turd fest. It truly has benefits, and in some cases, many of them! Come along with me while I tell you a tale of what I dig about no longer being a “spring chicken.”
Well, then, sometimes those who wander are lost….up the proverbial shit creek minus a paddle with nary a clue about how to navigate the boat.
Either state of being, wandering just for giggles, or wandering because of utter cluelessness, is all jolly and good. Our society places BEAUCOUP importance on achieving. BE ALL YOU CAN BE!!! Preferably, as fast as your ass can get it done, too! In my younger days, I was all over this. It was important to always have a plan of action and to be sternly executing said plan. I found this be a bogus way of living, at least for myself, because I was very hard core and all GRRRRR!!!!! about it.
Becoming an intuitive and aging have redefined how I get anywhere in life these days. Continue reading “Not All Who Wander Are Lost ……”
Attachments come in a multitude of sizes, energies, and so on. Some we may benefit from, such as the attachment (clasp) on the back of one’s bra. Ol’ boulder holder wouldn’t hoist those boobies up if it weren’t for that clasp! But, attachments can really suck and drain us if we aren’t observant of our minds and that to which they cling.
Many of us have an attachment to physical items, such as caffeine (GUILTY!!), chocolate (GUILTY), and _________________________ (fill in the blank with that thing you get way cranky about when it’s not around). One of my other physical attachments is to the gym. I morph into a snarling hag if I miss my exercise. Continue reading “Attachments: Part Uno”
So my spirit guide Diana told me a few weeks ago that I would write a book which will make me a lot of $$$$. To this I responded, “WHATTT???” I experienced extreme incredulousness. I am, after all, a woman with the sense of humor of a 10 year old boy, and I grew up surrounded by a bevy of corn fields. Now you may be thinking that my first problem isn’t not believing that I am capable of doing this. You may be thinking, “Your first problem, ya silly beotch, is that you are staring at the air, head tilted like a dog, and talking to an invisible chick!” If so, oh well. Your opinion of me is none of my business. But my opinion of me and my capabilities is 100% my business. It is obvious I need to get my head out of my ass and discern why in the heck I believed I wasn’t capable of achieving this feat.
All of us have a story we tell ourselves regarding our own lives. I am this, I am that, I can only do this much, and NO WAY will I ever do THAT!!! That sucker isn’t written in stone,not even one letter of that bitch is written in stone. Your inner programing stems from your upbringing and a pecker load of other factors. Well, why the dickens CAN’T you do something vast, exhilarating, something that makes your knees knock and your heart pound, and your joy juice flow like Niagra Falls? Every journey begins with one step. I say it is time to get your ass in gear and get stepping!