Vacuuming that dust
Yep, I keep on letting that dust pile grow and grow while telling my sad old tale of work injury, botched corrective surgery, and disabilitation. My woe as me, feel sorry for me spiel of being housebound and unable to work, or travel or even drive anywhere more than 20 minutes. That victim mentality, that old narrative no longer serves me. I need to write myself a new story, where I am happy with what I do have. My beautiful home, the stars at night, watching every sunrise and sunset. A close, loving family coming home for Christmas in 9 more days. A party at the neighbours tonight. A book club Christmas afternoon tea party I have organised myself for lots of others. A new Christmas Angel to make. Presents to wrap, cards to write love onto, and send. A man who loves me to bits, who looks after me, who I can depend on and trust implicitly. Good friends to chat to and share the real me with. My life is abundant right now. I have so much that is good. It was hiding under inches of dirt and dust and awful, sorrowful muck for years. I'm getting out my Hoover this morning. GONNA CLEAN UP MY LIFE. Why? Because I got myself a dose of The Teena Effect. I'm on fire for the holidays. God bless you, girl. I thank the universe for putting you in it! XXX XXX