I somehow had the presence of mind to shut up, and let my mouth drop open. I was hushed, and a moment of inspiration seized me--or at least tugged gently on my sleeve. And I knew--out of the blue--if you believe in out of the blue--how to proceed with my work, and my life. I all of a sudden knew what I am up to now--and if you read these posts, you know Ive been floundering and faking it for a couple of months now, since the publication of Stitches. The thing is, though, that while Ive been floundering, in limbo, I took the right actions. We take the action, and the insight follows, not the other way around. I pray, I hike, I try to take care of Gods children for Her, knowing that He or She will take care of me. I practice radical self-care, ie, I make myself artichokes, and put clean sheets on the bed, and wear shirts I feel pretty in. I take naps. I get my butt into my office chair come hell or high water, because, once again, as Woody Allen said, before I turned on him, 80% of life is just showing up.
Posted on: Sat, 01 Feb 2014 18:12:06 +0000
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