Reprogramming a faulty mechanism
Oh, task-master within my mind: I cannot caffeinate myself or snack myself into focusing on my work when my body wants a nap so bad. It’s time I listen to my soul, not to you. No more Crohn’s.
… the sound of crickets chirping on calm summer nights…
Oh, task-master within my mind: I cannot caffeinate myself or snack myself into focusing on my work when my body wants a nap so bad. It’s time I listen to my soul, not to you. No more Crohn’s.
I know where I got it, and it is not serving me in the least. I need to remember to remind myself of all that I have to be grateful for!
I go where I am nurtured.

Give more than you get.
Accept love that is offered.
Ask for what you need.
Be good to yourself.
Learn to let go.
Funny how the subconscious at first speaks in a variety of ways. Too bad life had to crash around me alittle bit before I got the message. The message also came with the discovery of my old doll at my brother’s house several months ago. This is a doll I played with when I was tiny. It is one of my first dolls. It is a hand-me down from my sister. I have this weird fondness for it because of the memories it oozes. This doll is czech. She used to have a tiny green plastic bed and dresser that went with her. My mom made her dress out of one of my baby socks and one of her pony-tail holder elastics. Rediscovering this little doll was a portent, an omen, to connect with little me, that it’s urgent I do so. I didn’t get it at first, but I was significantly drawn to her. I fixed her dress and let the doll bop around my desk, up top and in the drawers… I carried her in my purse. Her message was “take care of me.” Little me. The message from the subconscious came louder later when I got sick. Anyway, this little doll is still bopping around to remind me to keep tending to her/me. Tonight I found her in the bathroom on the shelving unit and decided to take her picture and put her where I can keep my eye on her always, and so I can keep remembering to be nurturing and take it easy.