“But I’m here to tell you, there’s something else…..”
There HAS to be because this CAN’T be it.
I think as soon as I said, “Oh, I think I’m going to work on my life for 21 days,” Life said, “Really? Well, let me make it interesting.” I have been barely functioning. I have been doing just enough to “get through,’ trying to hold up the crumbling walls of my body and mind and pretend that it’s all good when I really wanted to go out in the middle of the street and scream my head off.
“Getting through life” isn’t enough for me. I want something else.
Since I was bedridden with an ulcer flare-up and a nauseating migraine (keep in mind that I’ve had 3 children and NEVER had traditional “morning sickness” so nausea is a big deal), I had a lot of time to think. I’ll be 41 years old in exactly a month. I may have more years behind me than I do in front of me. What do I want to do? Am I o.k. with having this holding pattern I seem to be in? Am I o.k. with just “getting by” with a little bit of energy, a little bit of food, a little bit of friendship, a little bit of interest, a little bit of Jesus, a little bit of commitment, a little bit of light, a little bit of life?
According to the Oxford dictionary, detox is defined as a process or period of time in which one abstains from or rids the body of toxic or unhealthy substances. I may look a hot mess if you see me on the streets in the next couple of weeks or so but as I slim down my friends’ list (Facebook, Instagram and real life), I will re-emerge in my purest form and be ready to take on a new level of life.
“And if the elevator tries to break you down, go CRAZY.” Don’t give up. Fight for your life. Punch a higher floor.