December 23, 2009

• Whoa

  Whoa

  
  

  Is it me or has it really been nine years today that I signed up on Xanga? Who remains from those early years who still talks to me? I can't think of one. There are those who didn't talk to me then who do talk to me now after having a change of heart. Yay! Changes of heart are good. Having been dumped for many different reasons can leave one feeling like Humpty Dumpty. Well, except for the fact that I've learned to bounce rather than shatter. It would be difficult to make some of the dumpers understand how grateful I am to them for the numerous opportunities they provided my delicate ego. Opportunites that I may not have embraced the first or second time around but opportunities that eventually were taken and applied. Thank you one and all! Yes, I know you couldn't have done anything other than what you did but if that applies to you it must also apply to me. I can't do anything other than be grateful and thank you, even if you're not here to read it. That's not what it's about anyway. It's not for you it's for me.One of the wonderful things about being the center of the universe is that everything gets to be about us. *swoon* What could be better than that? Well, to be fair and honest, depending on how we take that can be the difference between bliss or hell. Having had just about enough hell for one go round I'm learning the bliss method. Amazingly a little bliss goes a lot further than a lot of hell. It seems we can't get our fill of hell while bliss is something like stevia. A little bit goes a long way. We don't have to invent a blissometer to measure our resistance to bliss anymore than we'd have to invent an infernometer to measure our ability to pass through the eight million four hundred thousands levels of hell. No, I didn't make that number up exactly. The number existed before me. It's application in this way is new to me today.

  As Bob Hope once said, Thanks for the mammeries.

   

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