Who could it be now?

The Wednesday before Thanksgiving left a mark.

I admit, I hadn't given the day much credit to begin with.

My fault.

I was dwelling on yet another Dr. appointment. I feared it would be hell.

I didn't let myself down.

Dwelling is idle. Non progressive, stuck.

The following holiday weekend held a shadow.

I slept under it.

Today, you'd never know that last Wednesday beat me up.

My choice.

I admit, I focused on today's glory to begin with.

My faith.

I believed in healing. Success. Movement.

I didn't let myself down.

Glory is greatness. Alive. Love.

I was born for this journey.

I stand with you breathing it.

Michael Singer, author of Untethered Soul, suggests the 'inner voice' is irrelevant. A waste of time. Distraction from true awareness. Create a body for that voice. Take it out of your head and put it next to you. Would you still listen to it? Or, would you walk away?

Your choice.

Positive.

Powerful.

Painfully present.

So, if you don't want to get out of hand, x rated, sweaty, positive; well, get the fuck out.

You must be cancer. You didn't knock.