Life has a way of surprising me.
Shaking me up and setting me back down... all a flutter.
I guess I could replace the word 'life" with 'God' and it would make more sense.
It would make it more meaningful.
Decisions more important.
Reasons more relevant.
I always wonder why I attribute active participation to an intangible:
...life does...life makes me...
It's a strange thing to say.
It creates distance between me and my views..my choices...how I see and what I do.
Today I feel like a Martini that has been both shaken and stirred...
It has begun.
I have begun...
It's not pretty.
But the freedom that I am finding in simply looking is phenomenal.
I can feel the strings falling away.
....the rose colored glasses slipping off my nose.
How did I get here?
And where did all this stuff come from?
It is humbling.
To discover that I am owned rather than being an owner.
To find that I am more dependent than independent.
More possessed than possessing.
More defined than defining.
I feel like I have been copied and pasted.
Over and over.
There is a story being told today.
It is more than a bedtime story...
It is THE STORY....
And I have been listening.
It is so common.
It kills uncommon things.
It tells me what is popular...what is good or bad for me..what can make me beautiful... keep me younger..
Make me happier...
It speaks of the next best thing...the greatest ever solution to...the strongest, fastest...smartest...
Most successful...most efficient... THE BEST THERE IS...
So much weight.
And the time... oh God...
The time I spend.... on NOTHING....
This is my declaration of independance:
I am bowing out of "the story"
I am in the process of excavating...dumping....eradicating...eliminating...
I am shutting down...
Shedding... Shredding... THE STORY.
It's a radical move towards an uncommon life...
The pursuit is on and it is invigorating... terrifying....liberating...