Sometimes I feel like I am mentally pouring myself a cup of sugared ice tea, turning on the telly, putting my feet on the coffee table, ordering pizza from the place on speed dial and having them deliver it through the window so that I don't have to move at all. I am no master of mental stillness, but some days feel like I am holding my breath, sitting it out, waiting for life to overtake me and make things happen so that I can start moving again.
This was one of those weekends. I moved all over the city, mug shooting as many strangers as possibly, eating big meals, even getting all up in tourist attractions, but in reality I am waiting. Waiting for nothing in particular, but not wanting to invest too much time, energy, like or dislike into anything that is in front of me NOW, because I feel like something is about to happen. An illusion most likely. I am not the kind of person who is rewarded by sitting on her couch via large packages of goodness spilling into her lap but rather I feel like I may have spend too many moments of my life already taking a time out, when I should be doing something, like chasing a giant package of goodness. It just appears that there are so many goodness options out there I am confused as to which one I want to chase because I AM known to be the person who is rewarded very fast for getting her ass into action, so I just need to make sure the action my ass is getting itself involved in is the action it wants. Not literally speaking may I add.
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I think you're in an ideal position! Ready to pounce when that awesome ass action opportunity arises!
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