I still remember the day Janet announced she had found the cure to alcoholism, The Incurable Disease. The disease of selfishness, self-centered, fear. Being amongst the crowd of ‘ego-maniacs with inferiority complexes’ my ears perked a bit. What was it?! I had to know. I’d buy every bottle. (ha, punny) I’d become the spokesperson for the whatchamacallit and soon everyone could be cured of the insanity!
If I just do the (loving) opposite of whatever I initially want to do, I’ll be cured.
Damnit Janet. You are right. I have been walking around in diapers for weeks. Feelers hurt, decision makers broke, co-per’s out of whack. Only yesterday did it hit me to act in the loving opposite. Feelings AREN’T facts
they are feelings and you should eat them.
I have spent the last 37 hrs pretending and acting like a mature-spiritually fit woman. This has not been easy. Just yesterday I got a simple text and my minds initial first response was; Eff off. Seriously. That’s what I wanted to send as my reply. Thank you God I had a split second of sanity come into play and I didn’t have to do what my mind told me it thought I should do. My mind has terrible ideas at times.
I’m not cured. There is slightly less dis-ease today than yesterday. Just by acting in the loving opposite. I like it when directions are simple. My dear friend Janet, you keep on giving. I miss you. I am sorta still mad you died. I hate it when people do that.
Here’s to 365 degree pivots in perspective, xo.