Yellow to Nothing

So, I totally DO want you to tell me to keep on keepin’ on. Keep my feet on the ground and keep reaching for the stars. Hang in there. All of that.

The previous post was not meant to discourage comments and support. Mostly it was to comment on how the past week or so it seems that I’ve had that hovering over me, what with all of the clients speaking about it and bla bla bla.

I maintain my stance that I’m good. Happy good. Healing good. I’m not focused on any of it. on being “out there” or looking or finding SuperDude. I was focused on a specific for a long time and hey.that was my choice. We ALL knew where that was heading…sigh. But being rejected like that…I don’t know why I say “like that” as if there are any better ways to hear those words…but it was icky and brutal and painful and while I’ve not talked about it here, while I’ve been ass deep in busy within my own self I haven’t really dealt with it FULLY. I’m better. He and I are shaky to ok on our way to being good. But THAT is what I’m doing with my head and my heart. I’m focused on not picking the scabs. Just watching the bruise turn from purple to yellow to eventually nothing.

So let’s keep our pom pom’s out kids! Pump up those jams! I love the support! I crave it and need it as a hooker needs KY.

It’s a GORGEOUS morning here. Picture perfect. I have my doors open for the cool breeze. Last night I busted out the cotton night gown and only slept with the sheet and summer quilt for the first time. Ceiling fans are a blowing. I’m not focused on the windows that won’t open, or the work that must be done, or the money I may or may not make today. I’m focused on my beautiful blessings. Each one of you. And if I know your face, or if you are randomly getting to the Circus because you googled George Clooney Pictures…thank you. Grab a cup of coffee. Give your animals some extra loving. Give your kids a hug and a kiss. It all just goes so fast…right?