My mind, oh my mind, it is running laps around a very small area called my brain. The thoughts keep racing. The details continually spew out of the grey matter. Oh my!
Did you ever pack up your house to move away? You never really know how much stuff has been accummulated over the years. For example: You open up your kitchen cabinets. It’s just a tiny kitchen, very unassuming. Slowly open the door and suddenly a blast of plastic containers and lids cascades down on your head. These things have a life all their own. You had put them in very neatly. They were stacked to perfection and BOOM!, they multiplied and decided to dance on your face. I wonder where they got their devilish soul from as they hid unpretentiously inside their dark cave. See, that’s what happens when you leave things alone in the dark overnight.
When you start putting glasses and plates and mugs in boxes it becomes a deluge of unqualified pointed objects. Each one has the opportunity if dropped or broken, to carve slits in your skin, leaving you nothing but a bloody cluster of mayhem. Once again, the multiplication takes place. It was just two shelves in a cabinet and now it has become 35 abundant stuffed boxes that you have nowhere to put.
Pots and pans are no joke. The debauchery they can afflict has no bounds. Their heaviness alone, if mistakenly plummets on your foot, can render you mangled and hobbling for a good amount of your future days. If they fall on your head, forget it, you find yourself concussed and unable to speak coherently. The assemblage of these obnoxious beings have extensive power. Drop them on the floor and the sound will provide you with certain deafness for God knows how long. Gremlins, I say, they are all gremlins. Kitchen cabinets are filled with these hateful little creatures. Oh, if they could talk. All the elements contained within must conspire in the darkness, trying to figure out a way to inflict pain and suffering on us unwitting humans. For this exact reason is why I try to keep my distance from the kitchen. I have kept this secret for long enough. I knew their was evil lurking in that room. I just knew it.
But, I digress. I was talking about the wonderful jungle gym that is my brain. But, clearly you can see why my thoughts have the capability to flit around and around with no place to settle. Copious amounts of specifics are involved in these tasks. I’m beer battered, dipped in hot, boiling oil, fried. How can I not be? Look at the dangers lurking in my home. The nefarious existence of creatures living in my kitchen. There’s more, much more of them throughout my house. This is a beastly assignment that has my consciousness on high alert. It’s impossible to keep this thinking mechanism grounded while under duress. Just impossible.
Ah, but there must be a silver lining somewhere in this chaos. Of course there is. But, sometimes change can be stressful. Change shakes us up and moves energies around in our lives. Humans like routine. It is a place of comfort and knowing and peace. The flowing and movement of energy is necessary to grow and evolve. Every new thing that we go through brings new life, new spirit and new excitement. The process of shifting energies is difficult. The only way around it is to walk through it. The other side of the process brings a vibrant peacefulness into our hearts. There is one caveat: We must allow it. We must embrace the newness of experiences without judgement. Walk through it, don’t be afraid. My life experience has taught me to keep moving on. I am happy that I have taken leaps of faith throughout my life. I’ve lived in darkness and depression but somehow I was able to keep moving, keep loving and keep hoping. I am unconditionally grateful for every change that has brought me to where I am right now. I have evolved because of the changes in my life.
Take a chance, whether you chose the change or were forced to make it, take that step, that leap of faith. Life is always good. Live it, love it and thrive in it. It’s all good.