There’s a soft center spot, a place where things have not fully come together, a sort of hazy Bermuda Triangle where change insists you shed something old and pick up something new.
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Things don’t always go right. You’re not the only one this happens to. I hate the way it feels—the gaff I make, the thing I wish I’d said instead, the action I meant to take but didn’t. Very often, there is a moment, a physical place in time where things change. A shift takes place and it may feel subtle at the time but the results can be significant. We all have moments in our lives of great change—giant pits of change where our only choice is to climb and claw our way out. It can feel so overwhelming. You, you, you and you. AND ESPECIALLY YOU! You are all here to teach me something that I cannot learn any other way. They say it’s all about the journey. The sometimes maddening, confusing, frightening, interesting journey that moves you from Point A to Point B in your life. Mississippi is the only place where a man can call me *little lady* and I won’t give him the stink eye. It took awhile though. There is a wind that kicks up in me on a regular basis—an enormous dust devil that obscures my view, a tornado that picks up my house but never sets it down gently. Do you feel it? Yea, you heard me, change the world. Too many times, the brakes get put on the process of change: sometimes out of fear… When I walk outside, dinosaurs don’t chase me. I don’t see danger at every turn. My fight or flight response rarely if ever has good cause to kick in. |
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