So today I woke up, little old me, and dragged myself out of bed finally. I had been beating myself up for this, that and the other thing. And a voice came into my head and said: “Well, it’s all silliness. You’re fussing about other peoples’ sillinesses. If they’re taking things personally, that’s not your fault. And you’re taking it personally too. And all of you are just silly!”
I had to agree when I thought about it.
And then the voice said: “You need to stop thinking so much too. That’s silliness all that rediculous thinking and pondering and wallowing that you do too. There are other things you can do with your mind instead of all of that wallowing.”
And I had to agree with that too. And giggle a little. Whomever this was who was talking with me was rather funny and cantankerous. And kinda lovable. Too bad I can’t hug her. She feels like a woman.
So then she said: “There are so many of us on this side of things conspiring to help you and support you and be here for you in so many ways. And you’re just floundering and wallowing and looking like a fish flopping on the beach. Well, flop back into that water right there and get on with all the beautiful stuff that you’re supposed to be doing. Stop this floundering silliness. Come on now!”
I had never thought of myself as a fish out of water. That was different. I don’t even eat that much fish. My parents gave us too many yucky fish sticks and not too great tasting flounder on Friday nights while growing up. The Vatican ruined my taste and appreciation for fish.
So, I said: “Okay. You’re right. I agree that this is all silliness. And will stop wallowing. And get on writing this book I’m working on.” And I giggled some more.
And she responded: “Well, it’s about time. Now get on with it…” And she started to pull back from me muttering and muttering.
All I could hear was the sound of ‘s’s’… sounded like “silliness… silliness…”
Yeah. Looks like I’ve been caught (being a human, ha!).