Journal

I write. A lot. 

It is my life’s work that will likely not be shared with anyone until I leave this body. That’s ok. Better. Safer.

Over the years, I have shared bits and pieces. Small bits. Tiny pieces. Hand chosen by me. Pointed out and shared with an anxiety that should have kept me from sharing at all. This is my soul. These are my thoughts. This is me on paper. Read this part, right there and then kindly hand me my book back.

Even I don’t read it all. When I do sit down to know myself through the lense of past thoughts, I’m generally horrified. I think like that? I act like that? I talk like that?

Yes, yes I do.

That view of myself has spurred me to change my life by changing my thoughts more than once. Today, as I read from two and a half years ago, I learn a new lesson. 

It is possible to spend too much time digging through the muck. I have been allowing distraction from action with busy work. While relevant and necessary, I have taken it too far. I am using the digging as a path to avoid action. 

Oh Journal, lesson heard and thank you.

Onward!

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Warrior

Warrior. Appearing again and again. 

An invitation to greatness. An acceptance of greatness that already is, always was and will never cease to be. 

The theme emerges. I seek it out and it finds me. Information on the archetype swimming into my awareness from unexpected places.

I will answer the call that keeps coming. I stand strong in the power of warrior strength. The ancient part of myself answering the beating drums. A beat issuing a call to action. I hear it. I see it. I feel it.

I am a warrior.

Onward!

Sometimes 

You just want to take a bath. In your head, it’s a lovely candlelit and perfectly set up bath. The aroma of the products you have on hand for these bath awakens your senses and you exhale as you settle into the water which is the exact right level of hot. It’s delightful.

It sounds wonderful.

It’s not always like that. Sometimes the bathroom smells like cat piss. Sometimes you can’t find the stopper. Sometimes the faucet seems to have finally taken its last turn and even your go to trick move isn’t getting it back and place and doing its job. Sometimes you have some hurdles to relaxation, do it anyway. 

You need it. You clean up cat piss.

Onward!

Today

Today feels like hope.

Today feels big.

Today is a day of release.

I am living my truth. Tears streaming down my face kind of truth. Terrifying kind of truth. Liberating kind of truth.

Today, I let it out. Today I gave it words. Today. The right day for that which will never be the right time.

Today, I live. 

Onward.