"Let' sit down here, all of us, on the open prairie....... no blankets to sit on, but feel the ground with our bodies, the earth, the yielding shrubs. Let's have the grass for a mattress, experiencing it's sharpness and it's softness. Let us become like stones, plants, and trees. Let us be animals, think and feel like animals.
LAME DEER, Sioux medicine man
Wake up. Shower. Brekky. Catch train to work. Work. Train home. Cook and eat (or just eat, take away maybe). Watch television. Bed. REPEAT. REPEAT............ oh and if you have kids throw in the kids routine as well. You know. Wake kids. Get kids ready for school. Drive kids to school. Pick kids up from school. Dinner. Homework. Bed. REPEAT. REPEAT......... REPEAT..........REPEAT.........REPEAT..........REPEAT................REPEAT.........
I'm sure you get the drift. I'm not judging or condemning. I did it for over 30 years myself. Oh and the drinking and the partying. They became a part of my routine. REPEAT....... I did. For most of my life. And there are advantages. Knowing where you are. Income to pay bills, mortgage, rent... Nice laid back lifestyle.............
TICK...... TICK...... TICK....
Huh? What's wot dot?
Oh. Oh, that was my life disintegrating one second at a time. Routine. Same old, same old. Day in day out. Funny thing is I was basically doing the same things 30 years after I was doing them 30 years ago. Just getting a bit more money and a few more headaches.
Huh? What happened?
Oh. Aaaagghhmm. I got broke and homeless. All my fault. And then I realised I was dying. Before I was just dying, as we all are. Tick, Tick, Tick. But when the penny drops and you actually REALISE you are dying then that becomes the beginning of your life.
Time all of a sudden matters. Life matters. And what you do with it matters.
Some people create a "bucket list" of things to do before dying. Some people sit in a rocking chair and watch Oprah and wait. Some fortunate ones are all "loved up" with family, friends and spirituality and God. They are the lucky ones.
ME? Oh, I thought you'd ask? Hmmmmm.......... I found ME! And then I decided to do what I should have done at the beginning. I should have put up with some pain and suffering while I worked out how to make a living out of what I WANTED to do. So I have re-invented myself. And it's soooo cooool. I have learned how to cope.
Nuh, not homelessness. Nup. Uh uh. Anyway I'm not homeless. I just like camping! See dot, where I am, not in the bush, but in my mind, I am always..... continually..... out of my comfort zone. Every dirty single rotten bad experience I am having is taking me out of my comfort zone and converting it into my EXPERIENCE zone. No longer do I fear my ego or anything associated with my ego.
The BELIEF I have in myself took me way out of my comfort zone. I KNEW I could do it BECAUSE I EXPERIENCED IT. It was ME. I didn't have to act!
Now I'm not telling you this story to impress. I can tell you a lot of similar stories. They are all because I have found ME. When you find ME you take on a BELIEF in yourself that is hard to describe. But it takes you out of your comfort zone, waaay out. It's where ME hangs out. All you gotta do is find your ME...... like ME!
Dear Mister SomeOne Out-There
I need you help right now
My life's a Mess
No longer can I handle the Pressure
Can't handle the Stress
See, I'm in some place I'd rather not be
Somewhere near Hell, called Miser-ee
A town filled with fear, loneliness and despair
You gotta get me outta here
Mister SomeOne Out-There