Making the conscious decision to focus on the ‘brighter side of life’ can be a brave one. It takes energy, effort, refocusing, constantly reminding oneself to quit negative chatter and to try and find those often-elusive silver linings, but is it worth the effort? Sometimes life exhausts the shit out of me, lately it has. For starters our family dog died, which ripped all our hearts out in one swift motion. Secondly, I had to put a pause on the building of my beloved studio while I sort out some other priorities like feeding my children, dealing with unnecessary drama and paying for ever rising electricity costs (it’s a joke right?) So the thought of sitting back, sipping on my beloved cacao and journaling made my stomach churn and that is fine. Because sometimes life kicks you in the balls, and it is bloody okay to sit back and watch Schitt’s Creek while eating some Hagen Daas and crying. It is normal to experience a range of emotions, to feel anger, sadness and grief as well as happiness, excitement and hope. We are, if you believe as I do, spiritual beings having a human experience and being a human is a hard bloody job. For starters we were gifted with the self-awareness that we will die, I mean wtf is that about? Oh to be a cat and live in sweet oblivion. It is normal to have days, weeks, months even when life feel like it is too much, when it seems like everything and everyone is throwing shit your way – honestly some people have nothing better to do, but that’s more about them than you. Now I am not one of those manifesting woo-woo lovers that will fill my social media with linen wearing, perfect house, no cloudy day vibes. Firstly, I only wear black, my house is a mess and honesty is more helpful than that bullshit. Because what do you think then? When you are covered in chip crumbs looking at someone’s fake perfect life? I say in the bin with it. But this is what I think, don’t sit in the mucky muck for too long. Honour your feelings, scream, cry, overindulge in chocolate, ask God wtf? But then when you are ready, put on some tunes you love, wash your face, jump around and come back to the present. Because the good and bad thing about the Universe and the Law of Attraction is that what you put out you attract. If you keep putting out that life is shit and you only have bad luck, then some more of that will come your way. I am NOT saying it is your fault, because bad things happen. It is not your fault. What I am saying is that you have the power to turn it around, because remember what you put out you attract, so if you put out some goodness, that’s what will come back and that is great fucking news. It is worth it, to pull yourself out of your funk, to believe that good things are coming your way, to believe you are worth it, because you are, to believe you deserve more than what has been dished out to you of late because you do, to believe you can have an amazing bloody life, because you can. And to those that try and bring you down, well karma’s a bitch baby. Peace. Ps – If you want 111 more ideas on how to get out of your funk, grab my little book here: https://amzn.to/47TGwEtc (affiliate link)
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I was going to add a trigger warning to this post but what would it be? TW – God is an asshole? TW – Sick pedos not sick kids? TW – Dying animals and stupid men with beards? I gave up, but you have been warned. Anyone who has pets at home and adores them like my family does knows how heartbreaking it is when one of them gets ill or passes away. It doesn’t matter if they are a guinea pig, a cat, a dog or even a bin chicken, well it doesn’t matter to us. They are all beautiful and we love them madly. That is why is sucks ass that our beautiful cocker spaniel Juno is currently in hospital critically ill. We have had her for about eight years and she is loyal, sooky, loving and quite mental. A bit like us really. It all happened so quickly, one minute she was fine happily eating her favourite roast chook and the next minute she was vomiting blood and bleeding from her eyes. Now I love horror movies but this was not okay. Apparently, after some initial testing, she has an auto immune disease which unfortunately may be secondary to cancer, we are investigating further today or rather the vets are and I am sitting here anxiously waiting for their follow up call. It is a bloody rough lot isn’t it when those who seems so vulnerable get sick, like children and animals, and if anyone utters the inane sentence, ‘oh but things happen for a reason,’ I will politely throw a cow pat in their face. If I was to believe in a God that sits on a throne with a long white beard deciding who deserves to live or die (I don’t) I would be mighty pissed at him right now. I mean I have seen my fair share of death in my life, and I don’t mean just animals. I saw my mother ravaged by cancer and my father destroyed by dementia. Now come on, what sort of fucking god would wilfully inflict that on those he ‘created’. Now my Dad enjoyed way too many ‘cheeky’ beers in his time and my Mum was as warm as a frozen fish finger from the over frozen garage freezer, but they didn’t deserve that. No one does, except pedos, murderers and rapists right? And sick kids, forget it, that is the ultimate cruelty. The ultimate injustice. I believe in karma but I refuse to believe that some bad karma in a past life made a child sick in this life, or that there is some plan we just can’t see, what a load of toss, ‘But things happen for a reason…’ Shut the fuck up. Now I know I am mixing religions and belief systems here but that is my brain, it’s a fucking mess in here, but it’s all mine. I want to set some new Universal laws because there has to be some sort of levelling out of karma and dishing out of disease. Let’s keep our beautiful animals well, our children free from harm, our dysfunctional parents alive and send it to the worst of the worst. We don’t need death penalties, just a deal with the supposed ‘big man’ upstairs to pinky swear that when he is deciding who gets sick and dies, he remembers those who are the scum at the bottom of an outback toilet and gives it to them. Not to someone’s daughter, someone’s son, someone’s parent or someone’s puppy. I know this may sound harsh, but if anyone deserves to suffer, it’s that cluster fuck of vermin, isn’t it? Those who wilfully and happily inflict pain and suffering on others? I mean I would prefer it if they just weren’t horrendous arseholes, but they are. This God some folks believe in can learn a thing or two from Santa, the other mystical man with a long beard and a beer gut. Even he knows to keep a list of who is naughty and nice. It’s not that hard, I swear if God was a woman this shit wouldn’t happening, but that is another rant for another day. So, for fucks sake God, get it right. Peace. |
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