Freakchylde's

So, my shoulders are now half open. Spent an hour and a half getting all the scar tissue ripped open and the resulting tight muscles relaxed. The joke was that I was getting all the benefits of drugs, without them. Said I was missing the fuzzy feeling, so my therpist handed me the fuzzy platapus to fulfill the rest. But I feel good. I can move my shoulders and there’s no popping sound, I don’t feel them hugging my ears anymore. Ceilings have as much mildew removed as possible and ready to repaint. I’m comfortable in myself, not choking on any imaginary thing at the moment. Next week I get to spend as much time as possible in my workroom doing some meditation on a couple new assignments. One of them are my goals for the coming year, individually and group. My individual goals are to work towards more balance within and the work that goes with that, gain a closer relationship with my goddess and my recent animal spirit addition, learn how to let go of things. Several of these things are yearly goals, because each year is a closer step towards that ultimate goal, yet at the same time, they are goals that must continually be worked upon. Last year I changed my career, started meditating more, going to yoga class once a week, and making a spiritual committment to myself. Letting go of things is something I’ve never quite been able to accomplish. The small things are easy to let go of, I’ve succeeded there, but the larger ones are still not in my reach and I want to get closer to those ones.