A word of caution: I just reread this post and the two that came before, all of which prove to be in serious need of grammatical attention, suggesting the wearied state of my mind to be self evident, so now that you've been duly warned, please feel free to choose to continue reading or not ...
Though exhaustion still outweighs my physical and mental stamina, as if my brain's a cell phone, begging to be fully charged so it's battery doesn't feel run down so quickly as to see its source of energy flatline, repeatedly, I'm aware of my brain recharging just enough to signal my spirit to embrace a positively focused progression, as my main source of energy inches toward refueling my life force as though common sense, coupling with intelligence, is empowering my intuitive, decision-making machine to make internal adjustments that prove necessary if I am to accept the universal process of aging with less angst, more grace. And to that end, You watch as I consciously coach my trains of thought to coax my spirit to hearten by topping off my half full cup with sweet dollops of humbled appreciation for the gifts of love bestowed upon me by family and a host of friends, offering me reason to raise my glass to toast my love of life, which feels enhanced each time positive focus turns on spotlights of intuitive insight, which highlight dark spots of subconscious negativity, born of fear.
Each time one of my two primary fears is fully exposed, a deep sigh of gratitude sees me inhaling so deeply as to fully re-oxygenate my brain, catalyzing heightened levels of anxiously repressed muscle tension, born of extended periods of mental stress, to release, and asmy body mass reoxygenates freeing my whole brain from feeling squeezed between the vice of a rock and hard place, a sense of expanded space welcomes back an ever deepening awareness of reason to embrace another period of inner peace, which reawakens after each lengthy bout of inner conflict caused peace of mind to faint, dead away.
Time and again, you witness my spirit's natural self confidence begin to revitalize as soon as an intuitive train of thought, like this one, sparks insights that inspire my think tank to switch tracks from tunneling through darkened channels of subconscious pre-worry, based in PTSD, toward refocusing my inner compass to rebalance my THINK TANK's footing upon the sunlit path where my wholesome attitude of all for one and one for all offers the sum of my parts sound reason to fully re-engage with a positively focused view of my brain's ability to influence the direction of my immediate future ... With a growing sense of flexible agility.
WHEW! Talking about need to take a fully oxygenated breath!
I wonder which two words Socrates would have chosen to condense that stream of consciousness, which empowered my intuition to fire up, sparking one insight after another to fly out of my mind ....
Each time the bright light of insight guides me to switch tracks away from demanding too much of myself in favor of including myself in the empathetic communion that I offer to family and friends, my rechargeable source of positively focused, energetic mental activity plugs into my life force, which inspires my mind to reform helpless feelings of dark-sighted burn out toward mustering the patience necessary to rest my exhausted spirit until my overtaxed brain has had time to relax and restrengthen, at which time, hindsight offers glimmers of insight, which burst through the gloom, just as sunrise at daybreak brightens the sky, which is always darkest before the dawning of each brand new day, and with strings of insight stream through my think tank, brightening my perspective, I can clearly see the next step of my path where the sum of my parts, functioning, yet again, as a well-balanced whole, senses my intuitive eagerness to fully embrace a brightly rekindled, respectful attitude, concerning my well-practiced ability to direct my love of life to take a leading role in influencing which choice my restrengthened spirit directs my immediate future to head toward, yet again: Toward shrinking back onto the crowded intersection where anxious thoughts of unresolved inner conflicts rain on my parade of inner strengths or the road less taken, which demands stoking refreshed mind and spirit with a sufficiency of self confident courage necessary to charge intelligence to call upon intuitive common sense to draw forth strings of insight, lighting the next leg of my adventure into the great unknown, where my smart heart will seek to color in bigger pictures which had formerly seemed black or white.
Though exhaustion still outweighs my physical and mental stamina, as if my brain's a cell phone, begging to be fully charged so it's battery doesn't feel run down so quickly as to see its source of energy flatline, repeatedly, I'm aware of my brain recharging just enough to signal my spirit to embrace a positively focused progression, as my main source of energy inches toward refueling my life force as though common sense, coupling with intelligence, is empowering my intuitive, decision-making machine to make internal adjustments that prove necessary if I am to accept the universal process of aging with less angst, more grace. And to that end, You watch as I consciously coach my trains of thought to coax my spirit to hearten by topping off my half full cup with sweet dollops of humbled appreciation for the gifts of love bestowed upon me by family and a host of friends, offering me reason to raise my glass to toast my love of life, which feels enhanced each time positive focus turns on spotlights of intuitive insight, which highlight dark spots of subconscious negativity, born of fear.
Each time one of my two primary fears is fully exposed, a deep sigh of gratitude sees me inhaling so deeply as to fully re-oxygenate my brain, catalyzing heightened levels of anxiously repressed muscle tension, born of extended periods of mental stress, to release, and asmy body mass reoxygenates freeing my whole brain from feeling squeezed between the vice of a rock and hard place, a sense of expanded space welcomes back an ever deepening awareness of reason to embrace another period of inner peace, which reawakens after each lengthy bout of inner conflict caused peace of mind to faint, dead away.
Time and again, you witness my spirit's natural self confidence begin to revitalize as soon as an intuitive train of thought, like this one, sparks insights that inspire my think tank to switch tracks from tunneling through darkened channels of subconscious pre-worry, based in PTSD, toward refocusing my inner compass to rebalance my THINK TANK's footing upon the sunlit path where my wholesome attitude of all for one and one for all offers the sum of my parts sound reason to fully re-engage with a positively focused view of my brain's ability to influence the direction of my immediate future ... With a growing sense of flexible agility.
WHEW! Talking about need to take a fully oxygenated breath!
I wonder which two words Socrates would have chosen to condense that stream of consciousness, which empowered my intuition to fire up, sparking one insight after another to fly out of my mind ....
Each time the bright light of insight guides me to switch tracks away from demanding too much of myself in favor of including myself in the empathetic communion that I offer to family and friends, my rechargeable source of positively focused, energetic mental activity plugs into my life force, which inspires my mind to reform helpless feelings of dark-sighted burn out toward mustering the patience necessary to rest my exhausted spirit until my overtaxed brain has had time to relax and restrengthen, at which time, hindsight offers glimmers of insight, which burst through the gloom, just as sunrise at daybreak brightens the sky, which is always darkest before the dawning of each brand new day, and with strings of insight stream through my think tank, brightening my perspective, I can clearly see the next step of my path where the sum of my parts, functioning, yet again, as a well-balanced whole, senses my intuitive eagerness to fully embrace a brightly rekindled, respectful attitude, concerning my well-practiced ability to direct my love of life to take a leading role in influencing which choice my restrengthened spirit directs my immediate future to head toward, yet again: Toward shrinking back onto the crowded intersection where anxious thoughts of unresolved inner conflicts rain on my parade of inner strengths or the road less taken, which demands stoking refreshed mind and spirit with a sufficiency of self confident courage necessary to charge intelligence to call upon intuitive common sense to draw forth strings of insight, lighting the next leg of my adventure into the great unknown, where my smart heart will seek to color in bigger pictures which had formerly seemed black or white.
Guess I felt an intuitive need to express this train of thought to you in hopes of clarifying and absorbing today's emergent string of insights more deeply, myself. As a matter of fact, my ability to clarify and express the complex nature of recent trains of thought indicates a flow of mental energy refueling (recentering) my sense of positive focus, as though deeper truth, concerning my need for patience with my process, is suggesting that each time my brain feels so sufficiently rested as to reduce the production of anxiety induced adrenalin, strings of insight, simplifying emotional complexity, pour forth, brightening my view, suggesting sound reason for me to rely upon my spirit, smarts, and kindhearted traits to spotlight dark spots of fear of danger provoking my silencing anger, both of which cause my smarts to tighten up with inner tensions that constrict my ability to breathe, deeply and naturally, and that points to reason for lack of oxygenated energy needed to unboggle my mind. So what catalyzes subconscious anxiety to riddle the innate intelligence of my think tank? Rather than questing consciously toward resolving that riddle, right now, let's see what intuitive thought conjures up by offering our brains time to ponder over that question, over night,
Oh wait ... One more thing:
In order to calm my mind by releasing bits of pent up tension, thus expanding my brain's ability to think smart rather than fearfully, lets offer my conscious mind a nourishing slice of memory to munch on, which will coax all if me to absorb sound reason to relax: Last night, Will and I experienced the good fortune of welcoming a dear neighbor, who offered to prepare and then stayed to share a delicious and nourishing homemade dinner with us. And while savoring that memory which sweetens my mind, I'll end today's musings on an upscale note.p, knowing that up beat thoughts inspire my frowns to smile, and smiles signal my brain to stimulate production of chemicals that calm my mind with thoughts of well being ... Halting the progression of negatively focused trains of thoughts from further provoking attacks of anxiety to heighten until an over-production of adrenalin high jacks the sum of my hard win inner strengths, yet again! Each time a positively focused idea takes control over my conscious mind guess what I reduce? Anxiety. And each time intuitive thought observes my intelligence gaining insight into how best to gain insight into soothing my deepest fears, I can sense the importance of relaxing anxiety by nurturing an open-minded self confident attitude most especially at times when a shot of reality forbids my adult thought processor to seek safe haven in denial.
Oh wait ... One more thing:
In order to calm my mind by releasing bits of pent up tension, thus expanding my brain's ability to think smart rather than fearfully, lets offer my conscious mind a nourishing slice of memory to munch on, which will coax all if me to absorb sound reason to relax: Last night, Will and I experienced the good fortune of welcoming a dear neighbor, who offered to prepare and then stayed to share a delicious and nourishing homemade dinner with us. And while savoring that memory which sweetens my mind, I'll end today's musings on an upscale note.p, knowing that up beat thoughts inspire my frowns to smile, and smiles signal my brain to stimulate production of chemicals that calm my mind with thoughts of well being ... Halting the progression of negatively focused trains of thoughts from further provoking attacks of anxiety to heighten until an over-production of adrenalin high jacks the sum of my hard win inner strengths, yet again! Each time a positively focused idea takes control over my conscious mind guess what I reduce? Anxiety. And each time intuitive thought observes my intelligence gaining insight into how best to gain insight into soothing my deepest fears, I can sense the importance of relaxing anxiety by nurturing an open-minded self confident attitude most especially at times when a shot of reality forbids my adult thought processor to seek safe haven in denial.
Each time my life crosses paths with people, who are blind to their own negatively focused, personal sense of safety exhibiting defensive need to control ... Me ... I charge myself with maintaining my line of control in order to keep my eye trained upon achieving my positively focused goals, suggesting my not being goaded into a vengeful state of emotional immaturity that would cause me to switch tracks and play into their manipulative hands, thus exacerbating a control freak's need to retaliate by challenging ny smarts to come out swinging at the sound of each bell, signaling the vicious cycle of round three and four and countless more until, feeling punch drunk and pummeled by life's uncertainties, my life force finds itself flat-out fainting from mental exhaustion, again! In short, My smarts need to gain insight into recognizing a variety of personality patterns that serve to undermine my goal of all for one and one for all. And to that end do I work to differentiate between birds of a feather and birds of prey, because history suggests need to identify friends, who appreciate personal growth and frenemies, who are sure to cross paths with my life.
And with thoughts of calming my mind by releasing a bit of pent up tension, thus expanding my brain's ability to think smart rather than fearfully, lets reolenish a nourishing slice of my memory, which will coax all of me to absorb sound reason to relax, and to that end, please indulge my choice to munch on this mental treat, once again: Last night, Will and I experienced the good fortune of welcoming a dear neighbor, who offered to prepare and then stayed to share a delicious and nourishing homemade dinner with us. And while savoring that memory which sweetens my mind, I'll end today's musings on an upscale note, knowing that up beat thoughts inspire my frowns to smile, and as smiles signal my brain to stimulate production of chemicals that calm my mind with thoughts of well being, inspiring myself to upend a frown by drawing forth a smile is a trait worth acquiring, indeed.
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