~Woody Allen~
Another cool Pixie Shot
If you are a regular stalker of my blog then you know I suffer with the disease known as "The Peter Pan Syndrome". I am immature in many ways. Not all ways are bad now. I am spiritually immature. Considering my 26 year hiatus from Christ and the enthusiasm in which I'm trying to mature, I'm going to let myself off the hook here. Also, I kinda like that I LOVE Disney movies, I cry at Stich & giggle at the sound of a good raspberry. I dress too young, I call myself a superhero, and I name inanimate object. These things about myself I like. I think they make me interesting and eclectic. However, on the eve before the eve of my 47th birthday, I find the following disturbing:
When I'm hurt, when I PERCEIVE public humiliation, when you tell me I'm wrong, when you tell me I can't, when you hurt me, I respond like a pubescent boy with testosterone management issues and ADHD on steroids.
I'm just plain tired of my own behavior. I'm tired of that out of control feeling. I'm tired of hurting people, scaring the hamster and feeling guilty afterwards. It's time for me to stop. Trouble is, I'm just not sure how. I pray, I make a commitment, I change my perspective *sighs* Whatever dude, you need to Just Do It.
Wish me luck
Peace ~
Today I'm grateful for:
