Hitting the Wall Back

You know those days--sometimes you hit the wall, sometimes the wall hits you.

And when that wall is nothing but a sheer veil of self-criticism, how do you cope if you don't drink? (Humor.)

You write on the wall imaginary new age-y affirmations about not-taking yourself-so-seriously. So I'm reading this Stuart Smiley stuff, opening my being to the now and charting yet another new course of action that will challenge, reassure and unite us with our tree-house people.

Is it wacky? Not really. If you don't try something, how do you know what to expect?
We are the dreamers and we dream different environments until we find home.

I know home is always within you, (I ready those books, too) but if you feel out of synch with where you sleep and live, that is not a life.

And this experiment has now officially crossed the solitude line into isolation.
Inside joke.

We've realized life is too short to be miserable. And not to focus on finances because, waddya gonna do?

My teacher is the wisest guru of all time. I am so lucky and grateful to have him.

And if these past two years taught us anything, it taught us that we are social creatures and need companionship with those with shared ideologies, and HAVE to live in a blue state with logical and socially considerate laws. And be somewhere there's more than a scintilla of like-minded humans.

And no rattlesnakes. Don't even ask me about the skunk.

The mountains are beautiful, the stars endlessly fabulous, the wildness humbling and the vistas overwhelming. We get it!

And now we want to move on.

So if nothing else, realize that lives spin on a whim and a look-see and we must rally the strength to explore new worlds.

That was supposed to be my funny blog.

Next one will be HIGHlarious.