Friday, September 22, 2017

It's Time to Move On, It's Time to Get Going

I started my day with what I thought was a common cold until I woke up the next day and felt like I had contacted a mega virus.  I'm not a guy, so I can handle a simple cold but this was weird. It was like the exaggerated colds actors portray on bad TV.  Every few minutes I was sneezing, couldn't breathe, achy everything and miserable, had that horrid voice.  I could only get up to get more tea and tissues. I even took to rubbing Vick's on my throat and nose.  Thank goodness I had the foresight to make a huge vat of homemade chicken soup before it spun out.  When you need a medicinal soup, I like to be very rustic.  Big chunks of cabbage, unpeeled potatoes, carrots, celery, tomatoes, chicken and real stock.

P was to leave the next morning for an ambiguous trip with an unknown timeline.  I encouraged this because of his recent departure from a job of 17 years.  Anyone would need to make a permanent disconnect from that life before beginning a new one.  He needs to start again with fresh eyes and vision. Everything will change for him.  I know what it's like to do a job that doesn't suit you.  As if without your permission parts of your real self begin fading until one day you struggle to remember them or if they ever even existed.  We are not in the beginning of our adventure here on the planet however, so it was a great idea to motivate the change with a little road trip kick start.  Not many things are free anymore but gas is still cheap and as if a kept promise, the free car he obtained last year and has been reparking twice a week served as the perfect vehicle.

I'm hoping to ride the change as well and feed off the momentum to divert my retail imprisonment. In life at the onset of any major shift I've become very sick as if my body needs to also readjust and realign in order to guide the brain and soul.  I'm not one of the folks that works through their ailments and toughs it out though.  No, my body is the boss a me and I listen.  The nuns said it was temple and I aim to treat it as such now that I learned its value over the years the hard way.

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