Well the worst is over. I have survived Christmas.
It sucked and it was boring and extremely disappointing.
But it’s over!
I carry a nagging feeling that I am not where I am suppose to be.
That I am not filling my potential and not living as BIG as I should be.
It’s an ever-present sensation and I jolly well wish I could pinpoint the mechanism for a solution.
Dammit – it would be mighty helpful if I could.
I filled the shoes of the “Dutiful Daughter” this past week,
and although it is tiring
I have fallen into the well worn pattern (too) easily.
I have also completed the mission of closing my beloved Purple Paper House.
The shop is shut and I am now making plans to ‘move on’.
I have also started culling the previous existence
I have insisted on retaining
contained within the crumbling boxes
and chipped plastic crates
all over my house.
Inside and out!
I am doing what is sensible
And once it is done?
I will be unburdened and I think it may be the precursor to a change.
Please, please, please – Universe . . . make it a good change.
I really deserve it.