Firstly. I did not get the refinance that I wanted. The bank ties my income to alimony and child support, which they must, and one of my kids will be 18 in the next two years and the bank is afraid of what that will mean. I get it. I have moments of being afraid too. Dat is ting one.
Second ting. I have been meditating most days lately. I just put the phone near my working ear and I listen to the ramblings of the quiet newaged people, who are actually following super old age traditions. The other day I was sitting for a long chakra balancing guided meditation, which i loved, in its entire entirety. BECAUSE. a) i love chakras and can follow my energy up and down my body like a boss generally. b)because sitting quietly does give me a minute and i come out of it feeling refreshed, like i’ve had a good sleep. and c) the woman who was giving the guidance had the appearance of a honky but she had an accent that I couldn’t quite place. It was fine, until she got to the Third Eye chakra, the seat of intuition and wonder. (i say) It was then, my friends, that I realized she could not pronounce ‘th’. Why, kate? How could you recognize that?
Welcome to the TURD EYE.
I cannot even think about it without belly laughing and having a hard time catching my breath. This was now several days ago, and still.
TURD EYE.
OPEN YOUR TURD EYE.
GO ON, I DARE YOU.
TURD EYE.
