Freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose
I spent the weekend revisiting staying at the LaLa and what that would look like and so when a counter offer came on Saturday evening, I was suddenly back on the fence about what to do. Should I stay or should I go? The ultimate decision. A friend said to me, “What did it feel like when you thought about staying?” I said, comfortable, okay, and I began thinking about how to make it work. “What did it feel like when you decided to let it go?” Freedom, I said, free from this problem solving mode that I’ve been in for over seven years. “There’s your answer.” And so it was. My answer.
I let it go, dear reader. I let it go.
Tin and I went to see T rex the miniature float parade and I ran into my doctor who asked how the medication is going. I said I didn’t know I was supposed to be on any medication. His nurse has not called – or at least she has called and left messages but then is never there when I return them. So it’s back on the Thyroid meds as my levels are low and that does explain why I feel like a blimp again.
I rolled the dice on the counter and here is what they said:
And I wholeheartedly agree.
So I started packing the boxes and went and bought bubble wrap, and I started once again to dissociate myself from the LaLa and think about the road ahead, the road to my freedom and I started feeling better about it all. Freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose.
Tin and I smudged the house to rid it and us of the last residuals of negative and blocking energy that has held me back from reaching nirvana.