First, thanks to Gentle Readers Jody and The Gal for their insightful comments on my last post. I’ve had baby lust forever and I can’t even go into the baby clothes section of stores without melting into a puddle of “what could have been” so it’s probably some of that stirred into my boiling cauldron of Meh-ness. And yes, the journey back into dense energy was hard – I was fine Monday and Tuesday but lost it completely yesterday and today I just tried to hang in there ’til 4:30. I’d love to call in sick but that’s not an option. Glad that next week is just 4 days.
Stolen from my source (whom I haven’t stolen from in a long time):
I can’t…
* sing on key much
* give up my addiction to David Cook (nor do I want to!)
* do any kind of math much above addition, subtraction, multiplication and division
* de-clutter
* have babies of my own
but I can…
* converse with angels
* fast for twelve days
* write kick ass stories (for special eyes only)
* afford really good bras for the ta-ta’s of love
* be disciplined about taking ALL my million supplements
I won’t…
* eat brussell sprouts
* miss an episode of the new season of “Mad Men” (Thanks for yet another addiction, Gal! heh)
* marry David Cook (much to my chagrin)
* start smoking
* ever, ever forget my amazing Goddaughter of Love, Lauren
but I will…
* carry her Light with me at all times
* get ordained sometime in the near future
* stop using Splenda completely
* de-tox my liver fully
* have my very own healing practice
I shouldn’t…
* get all spazzy when people act like morons
* love my laptop and Ipod touch as much as I do
* continue to be so damn cluttery
* eat sugar any more
* have to listen to Neighbor Greg hack and cough and sound all barfy in the morning as I am enjoying my peaceful morning coffee
and I should…
* thank the Universe every damn day for a job that allows me to do the things I want to do when I’m not there
* comment more on the blogs I visit
* do my Seminary homework (lots to do!)
* send Nikki a “Congrats on having such a cute baby” card
* write in my journal more
How’s that for a Friday meme?
Bummer news about Michael Jackson, wasn’t it? I heard someone talking about how so many people enabled him in his drug dependency that it made Anna Nicole Miller’s life look disciplined by comparison. We will probably never know what really happened to Michael somewhere along the line that caused him to implode before our eyes, but I hope he finds some peace now. As I said in the post before this, having fame and power is very difficult even if you are an internally strong person. But it’s so much worse if you’re not. I’m happy in my own little non-powerful, non-famous life. If that’s what fame does to someone, you can keep it.
