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Flying Monkeys!

Monday, January 28, 2013

Another day in paradise. A gentle snow is falling west of Boston; my space heater is humming along happily, and cup of coffee #347 is patiently awaiting my attention this afternoon.

And my flying monkeys are waiting in readiness.

I responded to my Mother's How-Are-You? text this morning telling her I was angry.

If you are unsure why this is you either A) Don't follow my blog regularly, in which case shame on you, or B) have been living under a rock for not following my blog. In which case, shame on you.

I explained why I was angry (for the love of God, read yesterday's blog). She was sympathetic and loving as she always is. And said she had been feeling exactly the same way lately.

It isn't even a matter of my weight, as it usually is. It's that I feel I've self-pidgeon-holed (new word. bah-bam). IN being so blah and simply embracing the suck, I've forgotten how to fight.

This is a baaaaaaad thing.

Sometimes you just need to fight. Like over the last piece of cheesecake. (Moment of silence for dessert. Mmmmm. Cheesecake.)

Anyway, Mom and I decided that we would be embarking on upon a change of lifestyle together. Stop drinking/eating so much. Exercise. Meditate. Etc. Etc.

But for me, it is so much more than that.

All of the crap. All of the bad feelings. All of the wah-wah, woe-is-me bullsh*t I have hithertofore been content with I'm getting rid of. I'm sicking the flying monkeys on it.

Isn't it funny how that happens sometimes? We get so comfortable with having something which we perceive as oppressive that we give up our fight to just let it be. We are content to be miserable. Content to say I have no control over my circumstances. Wah-wah, woe-is-me.

Bullsh*t.

So in a self-admitted "I Suck" moment, I decided enough was enough. But lucky me, I have an artillery of flying monkeys with which I can attack these problems so they can throw them in the dungeon and steal their shoes. I refuse to be content with "crap" in my life. I'm surrounded by far too much good to let mediocrity win.

Fly, Monkeys, Fly!
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