A peaceful DAY is a beautiful thing! I just remembered Shayla told me that I was after, SOLACE. TRUE STORY! I needed to hear MYSELF think. HOLY SHIZNIT!!!
I woke up, after
sleeping bout six hours straight!!! MAJOR SCORE!! I straightened up, took a shower, put on some
eyeliner etc, and FELL my ass back to sleep, how wonderful is that? Sniggle! With all of the hustle and bustle lately, sleep
is a well received and appreciated guest.
My eyes opened an hour or two later and I found myself
thinking about a topic a siSTAR had brought to my attention. Picking clothing that reflects our inner GODDESS
and fertile terrain. HOW we FEEL may be
reflected in the things we wear or choose not to wear. Shit, there are messages everywhere if we
LISTEN. Yup seemingly light topic <smiles>
and as I had JUST finished listening to week 12 of the telecourse it was
perfect place to stop and BE. Basically, a huge message for me was: all soul work and no passion play makes for
a grumpy siSTAR.
My soul needed a ‘lighter’ topic today. I’m tired and rightfully so!
Soooo clothes… I
corporate dressed at 18, having been hired as a bank teller for Manufacturers
Hanover Trust and training in the World Trade Center, followed by various
business jobs on Madison and Park Ave. I
was not then and never will be a PANTYHOSE woman. NUH UH.
Pfft. I remember going on an interview
and ripping the stockings (literally TORE the crotch right off from under my
skirt) off in the elevator. YUP, as my youngest daughter says “the
struggle was real” lol
I know I LOVE being in workout clothes, well cuz before
I injured my knee, I was constantly working out, but when I’m not …what DO I
like to wear. So I started paying
attention to what calls to my spirit, and I am not really a fashion
follower. I likes what I likes. I love LOVE LOVE raggedy ass looking jeans..
ripped all over the place … I just do. I
love lacy, loose, tanks.. I didn’t know this shit had a name??? Bohemian? Okay.
But I was not a fan of the 70’s.
THEN it turns out after some research on my PHONE today (damn I have
seriously realized how FORTUNATE we are.. I consider lack of internet to be a
first world problem .. really) Authentic
bohemian … is gypsy wear… real gypsy wear.
AHH haa.. yup that’s me <eyebrow shoots straight up into my
hairline> lol that’s been me
FOREVER. Rocking my momma’s mantillas
round’ my waist, the dark velvets, lace… torn jeans and my SWAT boots. No not my school ‘SWAT’ boots…. my literal
SWAT boots.. LOVE THOSE BADASSES. (the
ultimate compliment from my son was that when the zombie apocolypise comes.. my
boots are going to be in high demand… ) what can I say.. DEY are sexy as hell to me.
So what the hell does my clothing style have to do with
Breaking Chains???
I dressed myself for so long according to what I
THOUGHT would make me acceptable AND able TO FIT in. Now I realize that I’m taking care of my BODY
so it feels the BEST it can be, and I dress for what accentuates my
SPIRIT. Oh my. That’s just straight up sexy. Being myself.
#doingAtiredassHAPPYdance!!!! Lol
I have felt bloated AGAIN. (duh, Shanti, if you always do whatcha always
have, you will always have what you’ve always had)… REALLY bloated.. I had
gotten that taken care of before I left Taunton… then all it took was ONE
perceived negative conversation and I ALLOWED it to shake up the shit, when in actuality it meant NOTHING about
me. Talk about taking crap personal
eh?
SOOO grateful because there was the red blinking arrow
showing me where work needs/needed to be done.
I’m doing the work… cuz I’m still fucking human.
HA! I
NEVER go down to the shame level anymore… FUCK THAT NOISE. I’ve accepted that I’m perfectly imperfect
and I realize as my fingers are flying across the k eyboard RIGHT NOW, that I
like to FEEL a certain way. I FELT IT
the day BEFORE I left Taunton. I felt CLEAN…
light, energized.. AHH HAAA.. the difference is NOW I get it, how to
SUSTAIN my success. Ahhhhhh whooo hoooo ..
So .. I like what’s I like. I’m a gypsy woman. (I can hear Santana playing in my head) I’ve
ALWAYS known I was a black magic woman… lol in truth, guess it took a few years
for me to REMEMBER. Thank you Karishma,
you are such a BADASS siSTAR.
