Sometimes I open my mind and a story moves forward.
Sometimes I open my mind and a poem flows out.
Sometimes I open my mind and reflect over posts from the past.
Sometimes I open my mind and mouth, because it's time to eat crow.
And this is that time. (Ugh!)
Have you ever met a noodle not in need of eating crow?
Needless to say, that gaggle of crow eaters includes my noodle, too.
Today, while rereading several older posts, guess what I found? Negatively focused judgments, sprinkled in, here and there, in which I'd unwittingly put myself down. Now how's that for a kick in the head!
Each time the root of unconscious negativity floats to the surface, I pull that sludge right out of my brain. So having spied certain posts in serious need of reconsideration, I got out my wet noodle and kept it close by. Not for whipping myself—but rather for mixing with marinara in hopes of cooking up something tasty to eat with that crow.
In keeping with the belief that, eventually, each of us gets our just desserts, I'm planning to gulp down a double dip of humility, topped with hot fudge, sweetened 'whipping' cream and a cherry on top.
Speaking for myself, I've never liked the bitter taste of eating my own words. So when it comes time to swallow my medicine, I mix in huge dollops of humility, which help me to accept the sum of my traits as a whole.
Hopefully, as my blog moves forward, I'll catch negativity, popping out of my mind, before my posts fly out into cyberspace. And now that my noodle's al dente and my mind feels well nourished, that's quite enough for today.
Your friend,
:-)Annie
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