Ooooweee. I am thinking a lot about how much is available when we pay attention to it.
I love that Regina Spektor song about sitting on the beach with someone on a gray day. It begins with my favorite lyric: "Come and open up your folding chair next to me...." The song is in fact, apparently, called Folding Chair. But you see how it is about welcoming, and inviting, and also sharing.
Because we feel so lonely, but really, and I know this feels impossible WHEN you are lonely, but that loneliness is a self-imposed state. SO MANY PEOPLE are out there and wanting to love on you. Which is not at all to say that it does not feel nigh on impossible to get out there and make contact. But it is true. There is no reason to be lonely.
So that is my long thought for today.
And I am wishing to circle back to my asking for things, because recently one of the things I asked for earlier in the fall actually happened, which might make it financially feasible to do something I have really wanted to do for a long time, namely redo our kitchen.
Which has renewed my hope.
Which is a really big thing. Because it is also really easy to feel like I am not deserving, and of course because I am not deserving I get NOTHING I really want. But ask, my friends, ask, and you may well receive.
So I am practicing giving myself things I want, because I am hoping to convince the little elf in my head who can feel so dejected and unloved that there is a lot of love out there, and a lot, A LOT, just waiting.
I am also spending a lot of time talking in a weird southern accent-hybrid. Whoever this person is, I like them a lot. They are very bold, and laugh, and much more outgoing. So I hope they hang around. They seem to get along really well with the raunchy old lady who has also been visiting.
In the spirit of these spirits, I tell you: thanks y'all for all the goodness and good times this week and let us order up another round of THAT for next week. And if you doubt this is also available to you, I highly suggest you watch this and git your groove ON.
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