I’ve become a shack again. My body is no longer my temple.
Time to rebuild.
I’ve done it before. I’ve done it many times in the course of this life. Redesigned my self…
There’s a lot that goes into that: rational belief, toughness, emotional strength, endurance, resilience and the jump starter: desire.
Example: I’ve been wearing my hair in a pony tail since before my husband died. We’re talking eight years here. Honestly, my thick hair is thinning around the sides from friction alopecia. How does one begin reinventing an identity?
One step at a time.
I’ve got a hair appt. on my birthday Nov. 25th.
I can only accept not only the adversities I’ve been personally challenged with, but also make sense of them and EMERGE…
A person who’s not only examining my unhealthy destructive lifestyle for the umpteenth time, but someone whose digging down deep (again) and redefining where my life path is going to lead me.
Easier said than done.
I need neologism (“new speech”) inside my head.
“The universe is always speaking to us…sending us little messages, causing coincidences and serendipities, reminding us to stop, to look around, to believe in something else, something more.” –
The universe has spoken.
My pants don’t fit.
My heart beats too fast.
I don’t recognize myself in the mirror.
Time to not only repaint the shack…it’s time to rebuild. From the ground up.
A lot of good things are happening: I had supported agent representation for my book: http://www.amazon.com/gp/aw/d/B006IW0YE6
I recently wrote a killer proposal for a book my friend and I have been working on for a year and we heard from a great publisher. That’s phenomenal!
Send me positive vibes, prayers, thoughts.
“Working through” the legacies of trauma means addressing the challenge of healing. This is going to take more than spackle, which I now realize I’ve been using for years.
Call it “conscious scrutiny of the life’s purpose” or just call it a weight loss and healthy lifestyle plan.
It begins in the head.
“Courage doesn’t always roar. Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying, “I will try again tomorrow.” – Mary Anne Radmacher
This property is NOT foreclosed.
Squirrels have tails for balance. I’m pigeon toed. Severely so… If I was a squirrel I’d be dead now. But I’m not.
Humans can reflect and then plan accordingly right?
“Fall seven times, stand up eight.” – Chinese Proverb
That’s my story right there.
Where’s the lumber? Nails? Wait a minute. Planning is going to be key here. Time to draw up a good architectural draft first. Here goes.