Fitting in that Skin..it won’t fit..it won’t fit!
Some days you just can’t get comfortable in your own skin. (Please keep in mind that even though I appear to be speaking for all I really am speaking for me and just assuming you might have some idea of what I am talking about).
See what I mean? My mind is all rambly. Note I did not say my thoughts were rambling…it just seems to be part of being uncomfortable in your skin, everything is rambly.
It’s as though I am out sync with the flow with the universe, the rhythm of life, slipped a cog, lost my footing, have a screw loose, lights on in the attic but no one is home. Good grief…..screws, footing, rhythm…I AM FALLING APART! Now I am agitated, waiting for a limb to drop off next. Crap!
I felt it coming yesterday. Not quite like losing my hold on reality but knowing that for a small period of time, if my life were a biorhythm chart, that all criteria were heading to the bottom of the graph with a huge kerplunk to lay knotted and tangled. It happens a couple of times a year, I think. I wonder if it was triggered by that crazy moon, or if the rudeness of those beastly people on the weekend put a dent in my aura of calm and peace? Oh my aura. I miss it. I checked and don’t think I have any kind of aura right now. Nuts does that mean I am aura-less?
I know this is rare and will pass and life will return to calm clear thinking; a person fully intact – aura possessed, common sense, able to make a declarative sentence.
Tomorrow is another day. This day is not meant decision making or soul searching, operating large machinery, or even small machinery, or any machinery more than a tooth brush.
I can only hope that world leaders, nuclear scientists, brain surgeons, and the Royal Wedding planner can wait one more day before soliciting my much needed advice.
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