A single chair. In the spotlight. When I look at this I think immediately of a monologue. A wonderful way to get out one’s thoughts, fears, desires, and such. Very theatrical. Often comedic. Not utilized nearly as much. We have vlogging for that these days. For the ones who still prefer the written word there is blogging.
I haven’t graced you, my readers, with a post in a good minute. I’ve had tons to talk about. It was just a little too personal. I was not comfortable in sharing. Let’s just say that my ego was brutally bruised. Let’s also say that my pain was of my own doing…or so I believe.
I didn’t act.
It’s really quite simple. An opportunity presented itself. Multiple times. I did not take it. Out of fear? Most likely, yes. Due to this fact I believed it was lost to me. I have been in kind of a rut ever since.
I said kind of. I will admit the first week was hell. It was because I made it so. The second week was better. I went to work in changing my mindset about that situation and others. I no longer believe that I lost it. Why? Because I do not lose anything. If it is divinely mine then it will come to me at the right time. If not, then I will receive its equivalent or better. I believe this the majority of the time. Every now and then I slip into my “Coulda, Woulda, Shoulda” frame of mind. I try not to stay there for too long. It gets me no where.
The third week I was blessed to spend it with family out of town. It’s my Christmas vacation in the Midwest. Truthfully, I really did not put too much thought, positive or negative, about the situation the whole time. That is until this evening. Dinner with girlfriends can bring these things up. No worries. I’ll get past this with flying colors. It’s not as bad as it was three weeks ago. Trust.
It’s all about the mindset.
*Image compliments of http://adriennescatholiccorner.blogspot.com/2011/07/marxism-in-spotlight.html*