Maybe I am just getting old, but it seems that my cat and I both wake up at 3:30 or so every morning. She goes out, I go, and then I lie in the bed wishing myself back to sleep.
For the last couple of days, I’ve been writing instead. This is taking an action to be who I say I am, a writer. After all, once you have a goal, and even part of a plan, then you have to take some kind of action, the next logical step. This alerts the Universe that you are shifting in your vibration. That’s what “be the change” means. At least 2 cents worth of it.
I’d rather be asleep, but I am here pecking away rather than half-dreaming about facebook and wordpress connections and figuring them out. What I need today is to find that peaceful place that says ” This too shall pass.” It’s not like anything in my life is hard. No earthquakes, no floods, no dings on my new car from the hailstorm yesterday, plenty of foodin the fridge, and I have a home, a warm bed, a cat…nothing here to complain about.
I’ll get the kinks smoothed out. I was going to write “hammered” and then “ironed” but I am working on changing the language I use to be softer, less forceful and violent. I want to think in ways that are more peaceful and to become less frustrated with learning new computer skills to translate human desires into digital content.
Change your thoughts, change your world.
It’s quiet and peaceful at 4 am. The cat sits staring into the dark outside the window, and the turtle snoozes with his beak just breaking the water. I’m wrapped up in my afgan to stay warm in my nightgown. I might even go back to bed for another hour, having written. Maybe I’ll dream of the solution I am looking for,and maybe I won’t be so worried about it if it doesn’t come to me today.
Life is good. Come on, cat. Let’s get another snooze in.