2014
So, here's how you can tell when a serious mind shift, which, over time, has been imprinting ever more deeply into my brain, has expanded my perspective and thus, my comfort zone, yet again: Embedded within each story I write, you'll witness my wing span working to expand, thus freeing my mind of yesterday's limited scope. And each time insight into a negative attitude is mine, a release of tension re-energizes my sense of self empowerment, which feels so boundless as to cut the string on my spirit's corny sense of humor, which like a hot air balloon, floats freely to the surface of conscious awareness, creating a party-like atmosphere that tickles the funny bone inside my mind for this reason: If, rather than a waiter, I choose to be a joy creator then common sense suggests practicing on myself … kind of like this:
Since I've offered you much more than a glimpse into the complex workings of my mind, this should come as no surprise: My well organized think tank, which plans ahead, has conjured up a simple plan to forestall the Grim Reaper whenever the mere thought of that daunting reality haunts my sense of well being, most especially when my birthday, which seems to come twice a year, begins to draw near.
As positive focus coaches my game plan, please watch closely, and you shall see how a train of thought, which starts out on a serious note, switches tracks, as though all on its own: First off, I'll take a spontaneous time out on the spot to set fear of The Reaper aside, thus freeing my spirit's sense of positive focus to reset the scene. Then, by paying close attention to my facial expression, you'll see a serious thought lighten up once the humorous glow of insight, which has begun to shine forth from eyes, brightens my mind with imaginative intuition as I write.
If you ask: Annie, how in the world can you tell when a transformative example of chrysalis is processing toward change within your mind? I'd smile while offering this insightful reply: By this time in my life, my brain has been trained to take a spontaneous time out to check up on my attitude as soon as a negatively focused thought (We're all bound to die!) pops out of my mind. In this way do I stop my train of thought from spiraling off track, straight toward self defeat. Each time my mind is cleansed of fear-based negativity, my spirit lightens up, freeing my sense of creativity to brainstorm toward change for the better without hearing the Grim Reaper tolling his bell.
If today's stream of consciousness has jogged your curiosity, suggesting your hope that I'll reveal my plan of action, which just popped into my mind, concerning those times when my mind dreads The Grim Reaper, hovering too close for comfort, coveting my soul, here it comes: Upon sensing his dour presence, I'll open my mouth and greet the guy with a smile, while an intriguing, true story rolls off my tongue. And hopefully, my story will offer up so many unexpected twists and turns as to confound The Grim Reaper until his mind feels so thoroughly addled as to make him forget that which he's come to fetch ... namely ME!
Once this grim guy's mind has tired to the point of needing a nap, his yawns and heavy eyelids will signal my spirit to enjoy a fist pump with Nick while I tiptoe, quietly, on my way to enjoy yet another delightful, high spirited day, knowing that life is shorter than we think, because, like it or not, deeper truth suggests that none receives the memo, suggesting whom amongst us will be next to go., up or down.
BTW, in case you wonder why I believe so strongly in the power of brainstorming until plans, which simplify my life, emerge from within the depths of my mind, may I respectfully remind you of this fact: Your friend, Annie, has spent time in intensive care, twice, and thus do I delight in awakening, each day, on this side of the grass! On the other hand, reality suggests that, one day, my stories will no longer hold The Grim Reaper at bay, so when that day dawns, I'll pull my sense of courage out of my magic hat and standing as tall as my petite frame will allow, you'll see my spirit approach the great unknown with as grand a sense of adventure, concerning whatever awaits my soul, as I've learned to approach each next stage of life, suggesting embracing the challenge of creating change for the better with whatever lies ahead ... And ...
As I can sense this whimsical stream of consciousness winding down, please take note of my last thought for today: If your sense of skepticism can't buy into this plan, hook, line and sinker then perhaps you'll consider the purchase of a bridge that's on sale, which may coax your spirit to hold hands with mine while our minds take a high flying, leap of faith, thus bridging the gap between fantasy and trains of thought, stoked with positively focused probability.
Though it's true that my most recent mind shift remains as yet unrevealed, please rest assured that once my fledgling understanding of this current change for the better has had time to mature, my stream of consciousness will begin to write of insight as though all on its own, because holding my tongue until I know of what I speak has become a habit, which, time and again, proves to serve me well.
Oh yes! One more thing: Addling any brain other than that of The Reaper does not fit my M.O.,, and here's why that's true: Reality suggests that each time it's my turn to open my mouth, you'll hear me express heartfelt feelings and carefully considered thoughts, because building bridges is what I aim to do.
Wishing you a delightfully corny, five star day!
Your pensive, though at times, zany friend,
Annie
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