Birds of a Feather
My soul feels sluggish lately, like it’s carrying extra weight around that has slowed it’s progress. It’s frustrating and peeving at the same time! It’s like being in charge of something that has both a life and mind of its own but you’re still expected to keep charge of it!
If you’re anything like me, you tend to throw you hands in the air and throw a hissy fit designed to give you the sense of an immediate ‘feel better’ hit while still using an octopus-like manoeuvre to bring all the recalcitrant parts under control as best you can, as soon as you can. Works sometimes!
The very least that can be said, is, that you gave it a go. And there was the gratification of the hissy fit. One shouldn’t diminish the ‘at-once-appeasing-effect’ that a little foot-stamping can have on the psyche. I never do.
A soul that’s dragging it’s feet has other things on its mind, do you ever think about that? I think it often but going there is a whole other story. Actually, it’s summoning the brave heart in us all to go there that seems like half the battle. At least for me it is. It’s just that today, I don’t really want to go there, I have neither the energy nor the inclination.
And the trouble with that attitude is that maybe scratching out the cause might just eliminate the effect. I think I’ll go with the ostrich look today, head down, tail up, what’s the worse that could happen? Apart from a short, sharp kick in the pants?
Give me a break, tomorrow’s another day and maybe I’ll have worked out that burying one’s head in the sand is simply a distraction from the pain one feels in one’s rear end. The thing about cause and effect is that the time delay is just long enough to bring a person back to their senses. So I’ll take my 6 seconds of pain and take a panadol in anticipation!
