Last night was crummy until I fell into that drugged dreamy state.
It did get better after that.
Today was fantastic.
I did get a later start than I wanted, but what a great mood! And it showed in music to begin with. Top 9 was all good Super Sonic even rocked.
I've had bunch of Ronan Keaton going on in my head, all day. That's bizarre.
Much rather almost anything else. Seether, Muse, FF, Coldplay anything.
All started with that song that didn't stop all flippin night. What you don't say.
My mind does some fairly odd things.
Sandy was so amazing. In all the years we've worked together, this today was some pretty cool way out there new stuffs. Things we've never gotten to, places never been. Together we even found that Brain Fog source. Got everything talking to each other again. I don't care what she does or what she calls it. I had three and a half of hours of sleep. Drugged so I couldn't eat.
I was such a zombie basket case candidate. We worked for nearly two hours.
At the end I felt so good.
It was more like I had slept for a solid 24 hours. Rested, connected, happy, everything all lined up.
I was on top of the world. It was very cool. All Tingly even.
And we have a handle on the source of this other stuff. She did some big immune and lymph stuff. Good thing too I was so swollen by the time I got her. I didn't even have to tell her.
It was a fun appointment, and very much complete. Fun to talk back to how it was when we first started working together. How much fun it was to get to know Julie as a surprise.
It was one of the best appointments we've had in a very long time. She and I are so in sinc.
Religion just doesn't matter, our beliefs are so parallel what one does the other follows. I stopped being stunned by it some time ago, now it's just the awe in awesomeness of her and I together.
All about healing the world.
I can talk to her in ways most of the world just doesn't get.
Not only can she understand, but she's there too.
So far from left brain so very much real universe.
I only wish there were more people I could talk to like that.
We just don't have alot of time for eachother. She gets me better than anyone I've ever known. Even my own mother.
She shows me how not to be afraid of my favorites. Like my fav. colour which I highly doubt anyone actually knows. And the light. Or as our Julie put it, the dancing lady.
Life is about learning from the moments of our experiences. I am learning to allow myself to be who I am. In that I learn how to allow my own people to do the same. To not correct them for their perception of the world. If they see music and hear colours more power to them. Who am I to say they are wrong?
If her favorite colour is orange and she needs her people, I'm cool with that. I teach them to be strong by showing them they can be who they are.
I am officially registered to get the crap kicked out of me in November. Nationals. What am I thinking? Competing in Nationals. Patterns fine. With my eyes closed, it's like a dance. But Sparring? I've got to be out of my mind. They should all enjoy it. I have no worries about them. But me? It's going to be a hell of a weekend that one is. Just the fact that Nationals are here this year rocks. That we get to host them and are likely to dominate is just icing on the cake. But me.
I have some serious work to do. Some serious training.
Ah weekends. For a Wednesday today had the energy of a Friday. Good thing to have in the middle of the week. Details for this weekend are falling into place. That whole allowing thing is really coming into play. Stepping out, stepping up. It'll be a nice weekend to learn about sunglasses for certain.
I'm rather nervous about it truthfully. There's alot of stuff that's been in my way. Not sure I really want to see it myself, never mind show it to the world. Yet that's what I'm doing.
A whole weekend away. On purpose. Creating what I want. I get to be selfish, for me. I like it.
Past halfway point now, onto Thursday. Week is almost over.
Still so much to fit in.
Old School.
Wonder what dream shows up tonight?
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