Sunday, January 26, 2014

Close to midnight

And my upstairs neighbors television is so loud that I don't know what to do.

I recently apologized to this neighbor because I felt I was being Oscar the Grouch and completely intolerant about the noise. She's a sweet young woman who has 5 kids and I'm very sure that's no simple task. I'm also sure that she's doing her best and not focused on the excessive banging, stomping, and television volume that her brood are creating and attempting to destroy me with.

It just got louder.

Now at 12:55am, the television is so loud over my bedroom I can hear the program and commercials. I dislike commercials. Music videos. Drake.

My partner lays in bed sleeping soundly and snoring sweetly. This only makes me want to pour cold water on her head. I won't of course, but why does she get to sleep so soundly during the blaring noise?

The sound subsides...I get hopeful, wishing that my smart phone was somehow smart enough to disable their electricity and shut the whole flippin' apartments electricity down.

1:06am. Stomping and the volume increases.

What to do, what to do?

I wanna scream! I have a long stick I could bang on the ceiling but I'm trying to be a nice and non aggressive neighbor.  I really want to be a good neighbor. I do.

I also want to blow all their fuses.  Perhaps I should cut the line from The street. This is the talk of crazy, but I'm going crazy.

Crazy, crazy, crazy!

It continues.

I can't meditate this one away Chopra!

Thursday, January 16, 2014

GIRLFRIENDS AND CHEERLEADERS

Hi folks,

I have had some most interesting and adorable girlfriends. I'm not really close with any of them any longer and I believe finally, that that is how it should be for me.

Unknowingly, I played many different roles in my relationships.

I cast myself in the role of cheerleader, healer, and motivational speaker for my first "girlfriend". It took her over twenty years and her falling in love with her one and only, to appreciate my selflessness.

With my second girlfriend, I was less of a cheerleader and more a socialization specialist. Another unsolicited casting but, hey, I was looking for...something.

Girlfriend number three brought out the fixer cheerleader in me. Of course, I thought I needed to fix her before I could fully cheer for my investment. What took place during that relationship was not too pleasant for either of us.

By girlfriend number four I had given up fixing and settled comfortably back into cheerleading. I believed greatly in this woman's talent and abilities and I worked like hell to make her believe in herself as much as I believed in her. It worked too. I cheerleaded my ass off!(I know it's probably not a real word - Gosh editor!) I cheered so well that she realized she could do far better than the likes of me and she left me. She started cheering for herself. I felt great pride and deep abandonment.

Woman-friend number next, was of a short but potent duration. I tried to cheerlead for her but somehow she knew that no external cheer could ever do enough. So she pushed me to the side and began the road to her own self-restoration and healing.

That was fine, because by then I had met a grown-woman woman. She didn't seem to "need" the cheerleading, at first, but I found a way. I cheered and promoted and puffed up and sacrificed my soul to cheer, fix, heal, and push her to make her dreams come true. Funny thing, she never asked me to cheer, fix, heal, and/or push. She more than likely never wanted that from me. But that was all that I thought I had to give. I didn't know how else to get what I thought I needed and what I had been searching for for so long.

I championed her so much that it became clear that it was not really about her at all, it was about the idea of getting what I wanted that prompted my championing.

I worked so hard cheering on these girls/women and whether they agreed or not, or saw it or not was not my concern. I knew I was working hard and I was hoping that all my work would be returned the exact same way it was delivered: Passionately, Vehemently, Dramatically! I was cheering these humans on in expectation of what they would do for me. I wanted them to see and figure out for themselves how desperately I needed a pep squad and cheering team as well.

Here's where it gets tricky. All of the women I have been with loved me dearly, they cheered and supported as best they could, yet it was never enough because I was empty and asking them to fill me up. I was only able to receive in one way, my way, but here's the kicker...I wasn't giving my self jack shit! The loves of my life gave in their own unique and special ways and I, unable to accept, deemed it never good enough.

No love was ever good enough until I started my own drill team, pep squad, and tour de force cheerleading ensemble. My team is quite fabulous, it is the home team and it is rockin' it out of the park! No visiting team could have ever come close, nor should they have.

It was my job to champion myself, authentically, lovingly, completely. Along with and led by Spirit, I worked it out.

I do have a girlfriend now. She's swell. She supports and loves me. She cheerleads and peps me in her own way. I love, appreciate, and accept it exactly as it is delivered. At the end of the day, I am sated, and her nourishment is a beautiful compliment and not the main dish. All is as it should be.

Go Team Bradshaw!!! (High kick in the air!)

Make Today Great!

Much Love,

E~

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Monday, January 13, 2014

Opinions

Hi Folks,

I've been reeling way too long on opinions. Opinions that I form about other people and opinions other people form about me. I wish I could pretend to be one of those people who say that the opinions of others don't bother them. I am not yet there. I also don't really believe the majority of folks who say things like, 'Other people's opinions don't phase me, they ain't living my life.' I do not believe that I am the lone wolf of caring about other people's opinions of me.

 

I have two biological sisters. One speaks of and to me with only love, kindness, and grace. I'm ashamed to say that I haven't done enough to love up on this sister. She's amazing and a tough act to follow. Unfortunately, we did not grow up together. This sister has made the most tremendous efforts to be present in my life and I am so very grateful. I've gotten a bit better following her lead, but she far exceeds me in the family 'reach-out-and-be-there' realm.

 

My other younger sister, whom I did grew up with and nurtured speaks of and to me in the exact opposite way. With this sister, I've repeatedly shared my life, time, money, and home. Still, her opinion of me is usually rather negative.

Two sisters, two human beings with whom I share a close genetic tie. I love them both, as equally as possible.

 

I have allowed their individual opinions about me to boost or crush my day. A loving FB post or text from one has sent me over the moon with glee for a days, while a bitter face- to- face comment from the other asking, 'Why don't you just give us all a break and kill yourself?', threatens to defeat my spirit and ruin my day, week, and sometimes beyond.

 

The constant in both of these comments is me. I am Angel to one, Devil to the other and it may always be that way. That's life though, isn't it? You win some you lose some.

 

I decided a long time ago that I can't live my life based on avoiding negative opinions of others.

 

I decided recently that I won't live another moment caught up in emotional turmoil over an opinion someone has of me.

 

I wanna be clear, I'm not saying that I don't care about the opinions of others, what I'm saying is that I will no longer lose sleep or create facades of worthiness based on external commentary. I will always care for both my sisters and others in my inner circle deeply.

 

But now, I begin to care for me more.

 

So I'm getting closer to the real belief that, 'People got opinions but they ain't living my life, so I will let it be what it is...other people's opinions".

 

That's all I got for now.

 

Make today great!

Much Love,

E~

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Sunday, January 12, 2014

Booty Wipes

Hi Folks,

I'm back...

A quick recap about me and this blog;

  • Spiritual being having human experience
  • Figuring out how to be a better human
  • Learning to love myself
  • enlightened stuff, enlightened stuff, ad nauseum!

Alright, I overheard the best conversation between a mother and daughter in the movie theatre bathroom the other day. It went like this, 'Mom, I don't have any more booty wipes!' mom answered 'well just use tissue,' daughter, 'but it's not moist!' mother, 'then spit on it!'

Spit on it! ROTFLMAO. Spit on it!

I burst out laughing! After were all finished using the Loo. The mother and I shared a good time giggling at the young girl and reminiscing about the long ago and faraway time before moist booty wipes.

Moist booty wipes are not just for babies anymore.

Moist booty wipes are a soothing joy for all.

Moist booty wipes are also a wasteful luxury, still I'm glad to know they exists.

How about ya'll, how do you feel about a moist booty wipe?

If you're wondering what this has to do with a spiritual journal, let me school you, booty wipes are definitely part of my spiritual journey. And so it is.

Make your day Great!

Much Love,

E~

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