Sometimes you make an agreement with your body and then break it, and the repercussions don’t jive. Long ago, I made a deal with my body to leave it unaltered, meaning no tatoos, piercings, enhancements, etc. I’ve been very happy with that, until the scenario yesterday.
Everything was fine until today, my body sent a WTF message to my brain, saying…”what the hell have you done you really f-ed me up this time.” That pain of letdown hit me hard for a minute or so. I felt artificially altered, and it felt icky and wrong; against my values.
I had to cultivate in my mind the grand impetus behind my decision, and it came down to love and sensibility and moving on, and that was enough to calm me down. I just wonder if later on in life I’ll regret it. Besides, I did get a wisdom tooth removed and that was far more traumatic.
Another odd side effect of a medical procedure is the time you’re disabled from normal activity. Since I’m down (not necessarily out) I haven’t been moving around much. My old body took over and wanted nothing more than to eat and never exercise again. This was not a thought but a physical sensation.
As much as I don’t like the event, I do like the thought of freedom without too much consequence and the freedom to pursue a intended destiny. Some odd things happened today: wife cut fingers with razor sharp kitchen knife. I told her it was a sign of the upheaval that happens before great change incarnates.
Notes from being almost asleep: France sounds good, New York sounds like a plan, too. We do know one person in NYC.
Pretty tired, dozing dozing dozing off, off, off to a slumber-rich state, complete with some barehoorf