Summer’s coming, but the roller coaster ride’s already begun. The winds of change are blowing like it’s March, but it’s not. It’s just time. There are days that are clearly delineated: before and after. We’re into the after, and I couldn’t be more excited. I’m also a bit sad from time to time. One can be as one mourns something that no longer exists, even if it’s for the best and something you sought and something you need and want. That wise rock band Semisonic once said: “Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end.” Too true, boys.
This cryptic paragraph officially begins FRIDAY FHOUGHTS, FOLUME SIX!
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‘Tis the last day of the month, time for a look back at the month that was. We’ll ignore the fact that I haven’t done this end of the month thing since, like, November, right?
I don’t believe in astrology whole-heartedly, except when I do, because Mercury was in retrograde until the 28th and right around that date I actually started feeling better. The world works in mysterious ways, eh?
Anyhoo, March is ending. Let’s LOOK BACK with Daisy Digest.
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I have been reading metaphysical material since I was a teenager. I have let the zen wash over me so many times. In fact, when a deer took off the front of my brand new car — a car that had only been mine for 2 months — my first thought wasn’t my new car! It was it could have come through the windshield so I’m safe followed quickly by poor deer — I’m sorry I probably killed you.
These days, though, in spite of years of zen training, I’m a cell phone with just half a bar left. I keep recharging, but those who deplete (simply by existing?) keep ramping up their game. I try to zen more, but I’m a person, people. I. Am. Struggling. I’m also giggling like The Joker from time to time, for the ridiculousness of it all.
Some say it’s because Mercury was (is still) in retrograde (communication is more difficult and job suckitude increases… CONFIRMED). All I know is, I’m in deep shit once this stuff starts coming out my mouth if the zen doesn’t kick into an even higher gear. Deep breaths? To the point I can let out a breath that lasts about 10 minutes…
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