Freakchylde's

I’m sitting in my office, going over all the things that have been bugging me over the last two months.  Trying to figure out how to stop the cycle, contemplating it and running it all by the ear of Frog Leg to the tune of “You’re over-reacting”.  Sobering.  There’s always a point to everything, even if we can’t see it from where we stand, but it’s there to result in an, “Aha!” moment, when our brain is ready to wrap around all the details and see the intricacies.  I may not be there, but I do know that I am getting there.  I will be whole again, even though it will not be in my current construct.  My injury is a sign, yet again, that is resulting in me going to pick up another mat to start my regular meditations.  My yoga mag came with a section on morning rituals, which will be exercised every morning, starting tomorrow.  Come Monday, my MARTA card will be filled with enough trips to get me to and from work for the next week.  Come January, I will have a month’s worth, so I can stop using my car so much.  Next year, will be a better focus, as I will be seeking out alternatives with my job situation, either to replace or supplement.  I have been stagnant in the last couple of months by a bottleneck on my river.  The last remnants are slowly filtering away and the flow is starting to be steady.  I will recover, and I will be at peace again.  Somehow, I will be happy again, and I will fall in love with the world with more passion than I did the last time.