I want to lock it all up in my pocket, it’s my bar of chocolate..
Give it to me….NOW! (Veruca Salt -Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory)
I’m having one of those days.
Tired of waiting to get my spiritual awakening.
You know, that life-changing moment where you discover that this is all bullshit and God actually exists and you can heal the planet with your fucking mind.
That moment where you no longer have any fear and are surrounded by singing angels and floating in bliss. (And still reside on this planet, thank you)
That moment that turns you into a best-selling author and has Oprah creating a world-wide event from it.
For some reason, I’m fuckin’ tired of waiting for mine today.
GIVE IT TO ME NOW.
The truth is, I do know why I am feeling that way.
I’m tired of having thoughts about things and people that I don’t want to have.
I am tired of remembering the crap.
I am tired of being worried about the future.
I am tired of reliving the pain.
I am tired of feeling like I am wasting time believing that my dreams will ever come true.
I know my triggers. I know I am not my thoughts. I know the so-called fucking power is in the present moment.
SO WHY AM I NOT LIVING THAT WAY EVERY DAY?
Why can’t I be all light and playful about life like the damn Dalai Lama?
Why can’t I just “trust the process?”
(Now I wonder what kinda penalty there is for using damn and Dalai Lama in the same sentence?)
I know you can relate to this.
The feeling like you still have yet to arrive but you’ve been in the damn car for what feels like 16 lifetimes.
AM I THERE YET?
When does all of the personal work -the praying, the meditations, the yoga, the countless books, CDs and courses, the channelers, the healers-pay off?
When do I get my peace?
When do all of my dreams come true?
I’ve got no easy answers for you. No provocative coaching questions. No bold inquiries. Just a temper tantrum befitting Veruca Salt.