#my errors

leave me a prompt and i'll write you a drabble

When I try to merge my real world with my ethe-real world; when I try to share the Joy and Love I am feeling with being spiritually connected to a deep and unwavering Yes, yes with this WHO I am, yes this WHO I want to be, (yes, Who) with those whom I wish to celebrate (or convey change to) I am shot down as deluded. Not maliciously (okay, a little depending on source). The intention is, for the most part, care and concern for me after having shifted life in a much, much kinder direction. My “imagination” and hocus-pocus are seen as ways I have calm my PTSD. But, in fact, I feel only Joy and Love when I’m connected to Who-I-really-am. I’ve turned to no vices except chocolate.* No obsessions but my muse. Yes, perhaps it can be viewed as uncommon to not date for so long after a divorce but I’ve engaged me and my expansion faithfully. Not to mention, I have children to heal. So, what I clearly see is, my inadequacies are wildly stirred as I push through the doubt and fears of others in my “real” world seeing them as mirrors to gage my thoughts (am I or am I not good enough ~ that’s where my shifts in mood and nausea derive) while continuing to navigate through the twists and turns of following my heart that is constantly beating, “Yes, you are.” Sooo, I HAVE CONTRAST. There are all kinds of “bugs” in my eyes but it hasn’t changed my vision.