Whether it is a bad job, toxic relationship or in my case merely a hell of a home.
Sometimes it is just time to go and take what’s left of your patience, energy and your precious time and stop giving it away in all the wrong places.
Change is hard and is inevitably met with some resistance as we are human and love the shelter of status quo.
Often we hate change so much that we would rather stay put in the hell we know rather than risk the great unknown, alone.
But where is the fun in that. Where is the Possibility for new or surprising? Where is the room for growth and the space for endless possibilities in that?
Better to be brave, take the bull by the proverbial horns and get to it, head on.
We know the times everything is telling us to go, don’t we?
So why resist?
Instead I try to change my focus back to gratitude for everything tiny thing I can think of and go for it.
Thanking the universe eternally for guiding me away from where I am quite clearly not meant to be. Looking forward to a new day
Even when some kinks in the road are challenging and painful, it guides us on, always, if we will only quiet or minds enough to listen.
Clever really isn’t it.
Biggest Love to you all and joy.
I mean what do i really need to say? They are works of Art aren’t they. Masterpieces of both design and form, dynamics and power.
Plus they can do that friggin awesome thing with their necks able to turn right round.
Also I so salute these incredible photographers too. Each one of these photos are totes amazeballs and taken with such precision and timing. It’s truly a case of you had to be there.
Actually there, then, waiting, with camera out ready, I would imagine?
What animals that are bith cute and wonderful if slightly scary too. Or is it just me?
I wonder which ones are twits? And which twoos?
Why do people bother?
Don’t they know, the truth will out. Always.
Not the small white lies told by pure of heart. But the big and general scumbagery, done as easily as breathing In and out for some, and in a few, as often too.
It used to drive me absolutely crazy. My justiceometer fit to burst. Feeling like somehow it was my place to right that wrong, protect that innocent, put the bully in their place, quite that cowpaterey
Now I marvel at their ingenious machievelianesque machinations.
Admire their stupendous skills of spin.
Relish in the amusement of all they try.
I still fucking hate it, don’t get me wrong.
But now I realise, it is not my place to judge any of it, ever. It’s not up to me how they behave.
Not my job, as they say in Addlerian Phsycology.
My job is me and i barely feel able to steer that ship at times.
So the thought that I could ever have control over anothers feelings or take on responsibility for someone else’s behaviour, is a falasy
So now instead now I smile and let every tiny cadence of cunning wash right over me in amusement.
Because it is not my place to fight, nor worry, nor seek justice.
The Karma Police will do fine all by itself. Just as it has always done without me, since the beginning of time.
So instead I say smile.
I even had to stop my self laughing out loud the other day, by burying my face ìn my poncho,because it had become so ridiculous. All quite recently new to me, but left me feeling great instead of depleted, which has to be an improvement surely.
So to quote the mighty penguins of Madagascar….
“Just smile and wave boys. Smile and wave.“
Peace, Love and Light you Lovely Lot.
Mmmmmmmm and Grrrrrrrrrrr, I LOVE these. It is so refreshing to see something new and original.
Not much room for mistakes in geometry though, so these have to some cracking Artists.
Dont stop, you can do this.
You’ve got this.
She says out loud to herself, repeatedly. x