Getting Out of Sick

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I am sick and weary of our world. Yesterday another shooting resulting in 9 deaths and 27 injured in Tumbler Ridge, British Coloumbia. The shooter was an 18 year old. What, in Canada? I thought it only happens is the U.S.A.! And 18 years old. When did he have time to learn to hate to kill? And listening to a podcast on the Epstein Files, Explained, I just want to vomit. I’m sick of feeling like this.

I’m trying to do the McGiver/Joe Dispenza stuff. Like Mcgiver, I will utilize whatever I can to fight my villains. What can I do with paperclips and duct tape? How can I use a camera or a can opener to escape from a dangerous situation? Well, think like Joe Dispenza. How can I think greater than I feel? What will quell my nausea? Maybe a large coffee with one cream and sugar at Tim Horton’s. Ha! Ha! I have to tinker with my brain to think and feel different. I think it’s working already. I can almost do a tap dance.

Here’s the thing. Now I know I don’t have to stay stuck in the same groove. I can get out by thinking/acting differently. Being outrageous will do the trick faster. Outrageous is good if it poses no harm/hurt to myself or others. I’m off now to do just that. You know me, though. I am pretty tame. There’s no need to worry.

I’M NOT SORRY NOW

Some days it’s difficult to get everything done. Some days it’s impossible to get anything done. Do I sound like a broken record? I think so. I wonder when I will get my shit together once and for all. Is there such a day? I don’t think so. Let me stop the nonsense and put my head in the toilet for 7 minutes. There! I feel better. Let me ask you about your day. I’m too self absorb. There is a world outside of me.

Yesterday I learned of Maggie Kuhn on Facebook. Yes, Fb can be educational besides being gossipy and stirring up trouble. I like Kuhn’s message about old age being an excellent time for outrage. Thanks Maggie! I feel I have earned the right to be so by now. I’ve earned every frown, wrinkle and the sour disposition from my years on this earth. I’ve always watched my ps and qs, crossed my ts and dotted my i(s).

Dang it all! I’m mighty tired of being so proper. Let me be a little flexible. I’m not brittle yet. I won’t break and shatter into itsy bitsy pieces. I’m not sorry any more. Enough! Stop it! I’m going to act my age, claim my rights and be ornery and outrageous.