There are two things I know for sure as I sit down to write this. The first — Carrie Fisher is my spirit animal. And the second is that as human beings, we seem to be born with thousands of incomplete circuits looking for closure.
How many times have you walked out of your house without your left eye, metaphorically speaking?
This morning, I crawled on a plane at a ridiculous hour for a Sunday and hoped beyond hope that I’d just be able to put my headphones in and sleep. This usually isn’t a problem for me. I have a Go Away vibe that goes toe to toe with Captain Von Trapp at the first sight of Maria in The Sound of Music.
My inner English librarian – who sounds like Dame Maggie Smith and dresses like the Dowager Countess of Grantham on Downton Abbey – says, “The girl who was constantly critical is now faced with one of the biggest challenges/opportunities of her life and her own brain is reminding her of times when she succeeded? Preposterous!”
But there it was. Staring me in the third eye. One of my own most-successful-rituals reminding me that this isn’t a time to be doubtful of my abilities.
The floor, through no fault of its own, is hanging on when I want it to let go. I’m irritated that someone would take such a stupid shortcut that was more expensive in the long run to “fix” a floor. And now it’s taking pry bars and hammers and sore shoulders and brute force to get it to let go. And this experience is exactly what I needed right now.
I’m a master at diversion. Somehow, I don’t think I’m alone. If I was, airlines wouldn’t have a practice of saying “If the oxygen masks drop from the ceiling, put your own on before assisting others.”
Before launching into yoga or belly dancing or strength training or what I know will be an ill-fated attempt at being a vegan, I’m going to take Richard from Texas’ advice, and I’m going to learn to select my thoughts and work on the mind.
Originally published September 19, 2017 on Elaine Ambrose’s hysterically funny blog Getting a house ready to sell is an excruciating process. It’s like having a colonoscopy every day for a month that culminates in the doctor finding $50,000 in your ass. I’d owned this home for 11 years, and suddenly I was in the position to […]
Passion isn’t something you stumble upon in the dark or find in the arms of another, Nor is it a rush of energy or an intrinsic spot you can place your thumb upon. Sometimes nameless, sometimes bold-type obvious – passion is quiet. Soul shifting, small pulses, it awaits until its whisper is heard, And then […]