Trying To Keep Up With Little Mary Sunshine

I'm wanting to check in a bit before I say good-night moon.  Writing consistently helps one's wheels of thought, imagination and feelings keep from getting rusty.  Even though rusty is pretty trendy these days.

It's so easy to be negative isn't it?  I've heard it once described as this metaphor: a positive person is up on a table trying to get the negative one up on the table with her.  Well, we all know gravity wants it's way and will not give up  easily.  So, you probably know too the rest of the story. If not, I'll fill you in:  It's easier to go down with someone than it is for you to try and pull that someone up with you.




Of course I usually get pretty annoyed with negative, complaining people and that is negative in itself. It sneaks in, all dressed in the disguise of being justified because of your desire to keep good thoughts flowing, and those nasty little thoughts will darken a really bright day. I totally relate to this quote by one of my favorite authors, Anne Lamott:

 "I thought such awful thoughts that I cannot even say them out loud because it would make Jesus want to drink gin right out of the cat bowl."


I'm not saying to deny all sorts of issues that probably need to be dealt with.  It's about opening the eyes of your sleepy soul and being in the now.  As Louise Hay said, "It's very simple, but not so easy." It's about being grateful, it's about faith and believing that all things ARE really working together for your highest good.  Louise is really on to something when she always reminds us that we are what we think about.

Yep, my life on facebook.  Now that's just another story that isn't worth it right now. HOWEVER, it's inevitable that when I walk the virtual neighborhoods of that arena, I will, no doubt, find some stupid comment that trips me up.  Usually about politics, sometimes about God, but always negative, and arrogant.  Arrogance is "an exaggerated sense of one's own importance."  Or I'll see a picture of some ignorant asshole holding his latest kill of the day.  Usually a graceful deer, but sometimes a beautiful lion. Those are killers for me.  I have to work really hard before I go to bed to get those images out of my mind. They are disgustingly haunting.


I had a dream the other night.  I'm not so sure what it means but here it is:

I thought I was pregnant. It was crazy because I haven't been pregnant in years.  And fortunately, I'm past child bearing years.  But in the dream was that very real feeling of having to bring life into the world.  I was excited and fearful at the same time. Then it dawned on me that there was no way I could have this baby.  I was too old.  And I woke up.


Maybe it's about me trying to get that person inside of me up on the metaphorical table.  Who knows, but when it is obvious what it was about, I'll get back with you.

So, this is the end of the day.  January 14h, 2015 will never, ever be back again.  Once it's gone, it's gone.


And it's time for me to say....Goodnight moon!