Okay people, I think I’m back to normal – my normal that is. But that is all that counts, isn’t it?
For a couple of days, I had lost my balance, my center….my zen. I was back to the old self of trying to figure people out, wondering why they are the way they are, wanting them to change – for me, bashing my head against a concrete wall. I was judging, criticizing, non-accepting. I kept up a litany of : If only leopards could change their spots and zebras could change their stripes. Oh, what a bore I was until I saw that it was I who need to change my spots and stripes.
I haven’t figured out the how’s yet but seeing my error is a big bing, bing, bing. I am sure that Oprah would approve. Do you know that she is coming to Saskatoon on Sunday and that she is sold out and they had to add 400 extra seats? That is what I heard anyways. I am surprised that I have no desire to go, being a huge fan of hers for many years.
I think I have finally grown up. I do not need heroes any more. I have decided to be my own hero and listen to the whispers of my own heart. I am getting to know who I am. I am okay. I know what to do. The world is a good place. The leopards can keep their spots. Zebras have stripes and I am okay with all that. Peace and love.