No one can disappoint me like I can myself!
I leap into the void empty handed thinking it is an act of faith only to discover it was the result of careless wishful thinking.
That is part of the problem of living by “gut feelings.”
The gut is probably attached to the brain at some point, but it isn’t always a thinking girl’s best friend.
On one hand, my gut feelings about my own body are almost always right on. I am not a pharmaceutical company’s dream, or textbook case for modern medicine. There are a million shades of everything and I usually fall into the fringe group most people don’t see.
On the other hand, my heart is not completely reliable. It encourages me to do things that fall into that wishful thinking mode, so I am constantly reining it in.
I want to be the rose, standing tall, fragrant and protected by my own thorns in the sunshine of a beautiful garden, but the truth is closer to the aspen trembling in the wind.
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