Oh my jelly, I am in a state! There is no polite way to say it, I just hate how many passwords I have to remember and the stinkin' rules they make you create them by. Must be 8 characters, add a number, add a symbol, mix in the sweat of the nearest groundhog who's third toe on it's left foot has a painted nail and .... OH MY GOOD GRIEF! *sigh* I'm feeling cranky. And it's not about the password changes, though it doesn't help. I'm just really cranky. Change is hard and right now I'm in the midst of it and it doesn't feel fair. Since I'm the ultimate optimist, (which you know) when I read that this is the perfect time for relationships to deepen, I automatically figure "....aaaah, romantic dinners, lounge time gazing into each other's eyes, friends having gatherings full of thought-filled communications, then walking in tandem creating juicy, world changing paradigms......yaaah-NO. Maybe for you (I hope so, for your sake) but for me it's things coming to the surface right and left that call out my ego which I then have to wrestle to the ground and duct tape so it'll shut up and stay put. I feel like I'm out of sync with my world. I know, I know, I say it to you all the time, this means that I'm on the verge of a big growth leap. Well, whoopty-stinkin-do. Yikes, give me a minute. I'll be right back.
Better. Much better. Michael Jackson + mini-trampoline + 20 minutes = change of state. You know, it's funny. I started writing you about what I thought I was cranky about, and come to find out that wasn't it at all ..... have you ever done that? Writing has a funny way of giving voice to the underneath things.... and when you get to the underneath things then you can really free yourself from what ails you.
Thank you for letting me be cranky and imperfect. I'll hold space for you to be the same as long as you write through it and release it, 'kay?! You've got my email....let her rip!