At the end of last week I had decided that waking up earlier (at 6:05 a.m. to be exact) was the best way to ensure that all of my blissiplines got done. On day one, I woke up at 6:05 a.m. as scheduled. For the first time since this challenge began, I read 20 pages of fiction! And then, as if that wasn’t enough, I also did my journaling, meditating, and studying philosophy. All before going to the gym. You should have seen me. I was truly awesome! Like Wonder Woman awesome.
In fact, I was so amazingly, incredibly awesome that I pranced around my living room, swinging my air lasso over my head like a boss. It was all fun and games until I tripped over a pile of books, shoes, and miscellany that someone (me) left right in the middle of the floor. My awesomeness vanished. Not so much because I’d tripped (after all, I’m a fabulous faller), but because I could no longer ignore the fact that, in reality, I wasn’t getting everything done. Sure, I was on target with my blissiplines, but my house looked like a couple of frat boys and their pet elephants had moved in. TV was clearly not the only thing I had sacrificed for this challenge.
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“My mothers taught me that the Oneness of Life means the Oneness of myself. I am at once beautiful and ugly; wicked and divine. I am just as capable of healing as I am of causing great harm. To embrace all that I am is to fully embrace my power."