Unhappened Moments

She let go. Without a thought or a word, she let go.
She let go of the fear.
She let go of the judgments.
She let go of the confluence of opinions swarming around her head.
She let go of the committee of indecision within her.
She let go of all the ‘right’ reasons.
Wholly and completely, without hesitation or worry, she just let go.
She didn’t ask anyone for advice.
She didn’t read a book on how to let go.
She didn’t search the scriptures.
She just let go.
She let go of all of the memories that held her back.
She let go of all of the anxiety that kept her from moving forward.
She let go of the planning and all of the calculations about how to do it just right.
She didn’t promise to let go.
She didn’t journal about it.
She didn’t write the projected date in her Day-Timer.
She made no public announcement and put no ad in the paper.
She didn’t check the weather report or read her daily horoscope.
She just let go.
She didn’t analyze whether she should let go.
She didn’t call her friends to discuss the matter.
She didn’t do a five-step Spiritual Mind Treatment.
She didn’t call the prayer line.
She didn’t utter one word.
She just let go.
No one was around when it happened.
There was no applause or congratulations.
No one thanked her or praised her.
No one noticed a thing.
Like a leaf falling from a tree, she just let go.
There was no effort.
There was no struggle.
It wasn’t good and it wasn’t bad.
It was what it was, and it is just that.
In the space of letting go, she let it all be.
A small smile came over her face.
A light breeze blew through her. And the sun and the moon shone forevermore.
~Rev. Safire Rose

Freebirds

Being single is awesome. Ya, ok. So you've all heard that one. Let's be honest. Being single is awesome, but...

Your entire body needs to be lotioned.

Who the heck is going to be my date to that...

"Wow, this is funny.", is so much funner when someone can hear you.

You're horny. You're not a whore. And, no, vibrators are not the same.

Going to the movies solo is wonderful, going to a sporting event. Not so much.

Your family might just start to question your taste. If you get my drift.

Cuddling is good for your health. We all should actively live as healthy as humanly possible.

Snap the heck out of it. The single life is exhausting. Now, snap back to reality. The single life is also appealing in so many ways. So, if you feel it's about time someone, somewhere put a ring on it, brace yourself. Let the brace balance.

Relationship status is a mental game. Sharing yourself with another, completely letting someone else in is terrifying to us independent types. The very word vulnerable makes us cringe.

Well, the awesomeness of the word single fades and those hard to reach places are getting quite dry.

It's time to let love in.

Dear Closet.

Take a deep breath. Inhale. Four, three, two, one. Exhale. Point your fingers to the sky and touch your thumb to your index finger. Hummm.

Challenging.

Let's all take a minute to apologize to the clothes we don't wear. The ones we bought to fill a void, fill a hanger, a drawer, a linen basket. They still have the tags on them.

So, I'm sorry casual business clothes. My intentions were good. You fit my non-existent curves and look stellar with those red bottoms. I'll never wear you. I just don't want to anymore.

Inhale. Four, three, two, one.

Intentions are still good.

If we never did anything we shouldn't do we 'd never feel good about doing the things we should.

You have this idea of what perfect should look like, sound like, be. While you're so busy in this pursuit of perfecton, everything you are without a doubt certain you'll be granted upon this achieved misguided perfection is getting away.

It takes courage to grow up and be who we are. Somewhere along the pre-paved, pre-planned road, you started thinking as you should. Thinking on a matted road only to shine when the thought crafters buffed.

So why is it that when women hold on, it's pathetic but when men hold on, it's cute.

There's no science behind the length of time you should latch on to whoever the gatekeeper of your 3 am thoughts is. No alarm clock is going to sound. No pretty white angelic creature perched on your shoulder is going to appear. Have you seen that hour glass on your counter? Ya, me either.

So hold on to what feels right. Inhale it. Breathe with it slowly.

Let go of what doesn't nourish your soul. Exhale at a pace right for the you waiting to be.

With all the uncertainties of life, you're not one of them. Find yourself in the way you can. Then go out and be you on whatever road you land or hover over every now and again.

Sorry, closet. You never fit anyway.

A Fool in Hunger

Stop. Stop pretending. Stop lying quietly to the voices in your head. Stop consuming the convenient junk. Stop filling the void with so much baggage Delta wouldn't even allow you to upgrade. In a world flooded with repetitive mundane mimics, float.

Those who know me, or even off me, know, I eat like a bird, am slightly neurotic, crave 2-a-days and base my shopping cart contents on labels. I answer to Bones, Bits & Slim and enjoy salad. Lots and lots of salad. Even if I made Big Tony happy and devoured a hamburger every once in awhile, I'd still be hungry.

The past 5 days have sent me over the edge. Relax. I'm eating. The source of energy is not the problem. I've been stopped in my tracks, literally, doing what I obsess over, squatting heavy. Sunshine is envious of this new-found enlightenment.

The center of us all holds the power to break us wide open. Strengthen your center. Love it obsessively. Devote time you think you don't have to protect your core. Float. Stay still for long enough to discover who you are.

If you've ever floated, you know this is not the easy way out. So fight. Fight with the current. It takes practice to just be. It takes strength to hold yourself together, hold yourself apart, hold on to the you. Cut yourself some slack, but only the self that has your back. Stop. Stop excusing yourself. I'm practicing with you, not next to you, but focusing on the back to build the strength to move forward. This isn't a game. There's no prize at the end. Your name won't be echoed across courts or fields or PA's. The experience doesn't have a start button or a stop watch.

Life is not hard, we all just make it that way by trying relentlessly to be the voice in our head scripted by outsiders to fit in perfected little boxes. Stop. Stop suffocating. Bend. Put your back into it. Drive them all mad. If you fit in, you can't stand out. How incredibly excruciating it is to be who we're not.

You can't be hungry and satisfied at the same time. Continuously challenge yourself. Only the dead go with the flow. Live your dreams no matter where in life you are. You're still living.

Repeat after me.....Dream it. Believe it. Do it. Time spent wondering what others will say, think or do as they watch you dive off a cliff is time wasted on your dreams. Don't for one minute, one nano second, think you have the luxury of time. Imagine how many of your dreams could come true if you acted wildly, responding to passion calling.

It's easy to talk about it. It's easy to preach. It's not easy to do. Insert clique here. If we all spent half the time we do drowning in social media, and even this blog, we'd be on our way. The more you do, the more you do. Insert clique deux.

The point. Invest in yourself. Manage your dreams instead of your profile. The likes impact have nothing on the growing possibility of loving- not liking- your center, your whole, your pains.
 
Be hungry. The pains are worth it. Be foolish. Floating happily.