It sucks being an ascended being. We all know that person who walks around high on life, without a care in the world, sort of like the Disney princess singing in the forest and all the birds answer–
Yes, her. Or him, that man-bun wearing yogini who is just “above it all.” I hate that person.
I most especially hate that person when I’m being that person.
Full stop: I do live everyday with gratitude and joy and happiness. The changes I’ve made recently have been phenomenal and I love my life.
Also, truth: some days have way less gratitude than others. Some days I’m burnt out as (your pejorative of choice). And, and! to top it all off, some days I wish I was back in the funk I lived in before. Why?
Because then I didn’t have to be all well behaved and “healthy.” Some days I deeply dislike being “an inspiration.” In the old days, I would drink as much scotch as I liked, mindlessly and relentlessly order as much clothing and crap that I wanted online, and go off speeding into the night in my car like it was the last 10 minutes of a Fast and the Furious movie.
I miss speeding, I do! I miss all of it sometimes! That may sound terrible, but there was a sense of freedom that came from sort of living on the edge.
(I never really lived on, on the edge, but I had my ways)
Some days I miss that bit of edge and when I start missing it a lot, then I know I’ve probably been living too far up in the clouds with all the other drama-free and most certainly semi-fake ascended beings.
That’s the sign for me. It tells me it is time for me to come back down to earth with everybody else. While it is not a good idea to indulge too deeply in my whimsy and Ms. Hyde-ness, I need to remember to give myself the space to screw up, be ridiculous, slap on a temporary tattoo from the neighborhood saloon, and yes–
To put on my oversized UT Longhorn orange sweatpants, one leg at a time.
(And to enjoy my scotch, because it’s good, real good)