Flip that script inside out. Upside down. Right side ground.
I’ll say it again, and again. An old neighbor of mine encouraged me to go to a hypnotist.
“Your mind is so powerful, maybe it’s keeping you sicker than you have to be,” Gus said. It stuck with me like a rock in my shoe.
We are in a Matrix. Life is a simulation. It is what it is because of how you’ve made up your mind.
Just look at the Double-Slit Experiment, where the outcome changes depending on whether it’s being watched by a person, or not.
We don’t even need an experiment to prove it. Just look at society. All other things being equal, one person’s mindset can mean they escape generational poverty, or not. Generational trauma, or not.
There’s literally no reason you can’t just change your mind. Overnight, close an old obsolete door.
“I can’t do that, I’d be lying!”
Shut up. We lie to ourselves every single day.
Why not lie to yourself in a positive way? A way that improves the odds, lifts your outcomes, enriches and engages.
There was a lunar eclipse last night. Big fat tick of a moon, what a sight!
But I slept right through it. Does that mean I missed it just because my eyes weren’t open?
Last month I bought an extraneous amount of cinnamon and tucked it away. Witches blow it through doorways. I should start blowing it in some people’s faces.
Played the Powerball. It was like waiting for a call that you’ve closed on a house. Already closed the deal, already made the game-winning shot.
Bought a bear claw from the shop next door. Delicious, shared it with Dora. Ran back in to tip the baker in thanks.
Generosity and wealth are easy.
“Hey 10 girl, how are you doing?!”
But the Universe will always ask if you’re ready. Delete, block.
My speakers telling me “stay in it,” I’m in it, I’m in it.
What fun is a life built on chance?
Look for the deeper connections. The spaghetti straps.
The little doors that lead to spider traps.
I’m digressing.
I made a reel yesterday about gym and fitness and abdominal veins.
To me, it was tongue-in-cheek fun.
I’ve been approaching it all wrong. I was feeling out of place in this teeny tiny body.
In my twenties, I would have died to be this small. And I tried, ala eating disorder for 5 years straight. Only once did I make it down to 120. I can’t fathom it now, but at the time I didn’t mind that deep-seated struggle.
Everything is relative. Your mental perspective is everything.
I’m hovering at 112 now, but not uncommon to see 110 popup on the weight register.
Strange, so strange.
I more closely resemble my mother.
I did buy a gym membership, I know I need to gain muscle again if I’m going to live a long and healthy life. It’s been over 6 months since I was consistently in the gym.
Before that it was 2 decades of chronic gym abuse. As often as 7 days a week, and sometimes doubles. What in the world was I thinking?
And all I really needed was to get rid of the toxins in my life.
It wasn’t just the breast implants harming me. Toxic relationships are inflammatory too.
This is turning out to be a long one.
And I don’t have any desire to be in the gym, pushing and pulling and sweating. I don’t miss stretching for an hour every day. I don’t miss the mock-competition with other attendees.
I prefer piddling in my garden. Taking naps on the davenport in the afternoon with Dora, snuggling. Forgetting to turn the water off overnight (oops), I guess that water bill is going to be high again…
Being a hamster on a wheel is losing it’s great big fat appeal.
I bought an organic yellow peach and a little honeydew melon.
The mouse in my house stole all the passion fruits, and those on the vine haven’t finished ripening yet.
Dora got a shave and a haircut last night, fresh shower. Must have eaten something off the ground on our evening walk, barfed up something looking like chili on my arm this morning.
Bear with me, I’m practicing my writing voice so I can write and write and write that goddamn book I’ve been living my life for.
If you made it this far, give me a goddamn cheer. It’s free for you, and tells me I shouldn’t give up and bed rot until June.
Made a list of todos before bed. Crushed 14 out of 21 and it’s only 11:34am.
If you’re reading this maybe you need perspective shift too? Get your mind right, let’s fucking go.
U have been thru so much in this llife and are still here! Doing rather well in spite of all too... so good for U 😊🙌❤️
all your writings makes one think a deeper, look at life at a different angles..keep writing.