I just ordered Chinese food. Cole fixed himself a plate and promptly dropped it. He swore and was furious – a tired, worn-out teen. I took a deep breath, ignored the curse, and showed him how easily and quickly it could all be cleaned up. My motto: If it’s not grape juice on white, it’s not a big deal.
For the last two weeks, camp has been tail-wagging busy. Campers checking in and out, families to meet and greet, phone calls to answer, and deer antlers to ship. It’s good to be busy. Our mortgage, health insurance, and high school tuition depend on our getting it done.
We got it done. We are slowing down. We are wrapping up, and we are tired.
When I tried to set my three guiding words for 2011 — the words that will help me focus my energy and light the lamp posts for my 2011 journey — all I could come up with were phrases that went something like this: No, I don’t want to, You can’t make me, You’re not the boss of me, and Don’t go. I tried to call forth my Higher Self and received her voice mail message.
“Hi. This is your Higher Self. I am unavailable to take your call right now. If you are calling to inquire about your three words for the New Year, we are currently out of stock. While you wait for your order to be filled, consider a good night’s sleep, tidying your house, and having your nails done. Oh, and your teeth need flossing. Please leave a message, if you must. I will return it when it’s convenient for me.”
My Higher Self has an attitude. She is probably at a convention for Higher Selves; a convention where they trash lower selves that dine non-stop on take-out, spend too much time pontificating on Facebook, don’t drink enough water, won’t even consider a New Year’s cleanse, and forget to floss.
I left my Higher Self a message:
“Fine. Who needs you, anyway? I don’t have to race into 2011. I have the whole month of January to set my course. I can slow down, smell the snow, floss my teeth, and take some time to imagine myself in 2011. I am going to write about you and your attitude on Odd. So there!! You are not the boss of me!! Goodbye … forever!”
Slow. Write. Imagine.
What wonderful words! My three guiding words are born!! Big group hug.
Is that my Higher Self I hear giggling with your Higher Self?
So, wassup for you this New Year?