Looking a Gift Horse in the....
Things have been fairly lousy the last year or so. Yes, Freya is here - I think I need another name for her....But as for money, love, and general peace (piece?) of mind, it hasn't been working out so well.
This week, however, life is looking up. They are small steps (which I knew they would be) and there are no promises hidden in those prints. Perhaps this is one of the reasons I cannot become excited about the prospects.
With the Sun in Scorpio, I should be having a burst of power and energy; I have neither, in any facet of my life. I have a burst of hope, and a burst of activity, and finally a burst of Sun-shine. But...but...
BUT
My pessimism has gotten the better of me. Oh, sure, I can put on the happy face, act perky and spew out optimism and helpful hints. I'm pleasant, well-mannered, courteous, interested, and talkative. It is all for others - it is all an act. Could this be why I'm not sleeping well?
Sure, look a the bright side! See the glass as half-full! Look at the possibilities!
*blech* It frightens me to exhaustion - what if these things don't work out? What if someone decides they didn't make the right decision? How do I know what my instincts are telling me if I've been so apt to not listen lately?
Faith & Hope. Without those, we would perish.
I'm not quite ready to perish.
Peace
1 comment:
"What if these things don't work out? What if someone decides they didn't make the right decision? How do I know what my instincts are telling me if I've been so apt to not listen lately?"
What if they DO work out? What if someone decides it's perfect for them, and it happens to be perfect for you too? What if you took out five minutes to breathe?
It'll be okay. Have faith that you wouldn't be put up against any situation you can't handle.
At least be honest with yourself in your time of quiet (maybe even the three mins before you drift into sleep) that you're facade if for others.
I'm always here if you wnat to ramble or talk or just need to know someone's there.
In Love And Light,
Willow Myrina.
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