Friggin' Hippie

Since that last post was all like, really pointless, and pretty much just me trying to figure out what I was doing whilst I wrote, we’re going to work on changing gears this week. Yeah, that whole thing was shitty and weird and rude of ex-master-flex (way more fun than saying it any other way), but like I said, he’s not around anymore and I have to shake it off.

To tell you the truth, winter makes it tough just to shake things off. There are no sunny walks, hula hoops, parks, festies, besties, or any of the things that make it so easy to get out and enjoy life. It’s cold. It’s grey. And the weather and color scheme are pretty conducive to just chill in and wait for time to pass by. But that is lame.’Tis extremely lame! So instead, you have to brave the weather and force your wild hand out into the world (wearing mittens).

I tried to do that. This week, I’ve been working on getting out and meeting people. I’ve been having drinks and dating. I’ve been going to comedy class and yoga class. I’ve been busy as sin with work. And you think that all of that would be enough for me to keep my mind of my egoic wound. Alas, no. Perhaps there’s something else that I need to do.

I’ve been thinking that maybe I need to take a day of healing. That I need to really focus on figuring out how to repair my spirit and let go of all of the stupid pride. I’d really like to explore this wound to see where I need to be next. And I can’t do any of that by telling myself that I should be fine, taking a step forward and realizing that I’m not, in fact, fine, and taking a step back.

So maybe that’s what I’ll do one day this week. Perhaps, during the black out day, I’ll write a letter to my congressman protesting SOPA and spend the rest of the day sans internet, sans distractions and begin to really focus on healing.

What do you do to fix a wound?