Walking with my dogs,
Sun beating down,
Shadows from tree leaves dance on the ground,
I have to pee
Ok…I am a block from the house,
Harping on this will not make me arrive any faster,
Breathe, do my mantra, “I am worthy of love and connection.”
I need to clean the bathroom, it is so dirty, once I get that done I can sit down and relax. Then I’ll be happy.
Ok…I am a block from the house,
Harping on this will not make me arrive any faster,
Breathe.
It smells like a early summer morning,
Shortly after I mowed the grass for my father in my youth.
Breathe.
God, why does Andie have to take so fucking long to smell that mailbox. Seriously, this is ridiculous.
Because this is their time, they sit in that house while I do God knows what, let them enjoy this time. How selfish I am.
Don’t fret, I give them a much better life than most. Many people don’t even walk their dogs. I love them and I am doing my best.
Apparently a third voice has decided to chime in,
To try to absolve me of my sins,
Breathe, feel the sun warm on my skin.
I need to get back and clean that bathroom. It’ll take me an hr at most to do everything I need to do in the house. Then I can sit and enjoy the rest of the day. I’ll feel so much better.
It repeats.
Breathe, “I am worthy of love and connection.” Breathe.
God here they go again. Charlie is going to pee on Andie’s head. I swear he fucking loves to give him golden showers. What the fuck.
Anger rising up from within,
Where does this come from?
Breathe, breathe, breathe.
Here comes a truck. Don’t make eye contact. You’ll have to smile or nod. I hate social pleasantries. Just look at the ground. Act like you are busy corralling the dogs.
What kind of love and awareness am I brining into the world with that attitude. What’s wrong with me.
Breathe. One step. Feel my feet touch the earth. Breathe.
Beauty. Colors. Chirping of birds.
Wait is that kids I hear? God please don’t let them come over here. They are going to ask to pet Charlie. Charlie is going to be an asshole and act like he is going to bite their face. It is going to be this whole ordeal. It is going to stress me out.
Well if I think like that I am going to attract that situation. Laws of attraction remember.
Breathe. Release. “I am worthy of love and connection.” “Financial abundance is on its way.” Breathe.
Third season of Handmaids Tale. I wonder if binge watching this has fucked with my head.
Breathe. Eyes close. Breathe. Sun warms me. Breathe. “I am home.” “I am home.”
I need to clean the bathroom. God it is so fucking dirty. Ugh, it is totally making me feel like shit.
Irritation building up inside.
Ruining this moment. This moment which has absolutely nothing wrong it. A perfectly fine moment.
You know as soon as you clean the bathroom, your brain is going to find some other issue to bitch about.
Breathe. Smell the fresh cut grass. Breathe.
Shaynanigans 