Hooked On Healing

Your belly won’t stop talking to you. Man do I need a slice of pizza right now. I know, you just burned your tongue on a slice of pizza and realized that sometimes the ones you love hurt you the most. Heh. My eyelids feel heavier than concrete. This calls for that extra large cup of coffee. How do I take my coffee? Seriously. Very seriously. Oh, and I could use two straight days of sleep, too, while I’m at it. Gosh, I am just longing for a vacation right about now. Do you know what your needs are?

Hey buddy, would you like to learn mindfulness? Nope…Why not? Mind-ful-ness. That’s crazy...My mind is full enough already. Sound familiar? You’ve been overthinking about overthinking again, haven’t you? You don’t think inside the box. You don’t think outside the box. Heck, you don’t even know where the box is.

Your secrets are safe with me…and all my friends. Uh, oh. Do you value privacy? If you do, then social media and reality TV have a rude awakening for you. Posting personal problems on Facebook and sharing intimate photos of your fam on Instagram are just a day in the life.

You’re trying to take one day at a time. But sometimes several days attack you all at once. You always dreamed of that perfect job, and you just never got it. You wanted a family so badly, but you haven’t even met your Prince or Princess yet. Maybe your prince is coming on a turtle instead of a white horse. Sigh. Things are not going exactly as you had planned. You feel like you’re in Season 4 of your life; and the writers are just doing outrageous things to keep it interesting. Good grief.

So what is your definition of a good person? Someone ethical, who lives a moral lifestyle? And what exactly is that anyway? Trust me on this one. If you wish to lead your best life, being “good” is the way to go. Happy people build their inner world, not just their outer world.

Every morning when you get up, you check the list of the 100 richest people in the world, and you’re still not on it. Groan. Day in, day out. Got up, brushed your teeth, got the kids ready, off to work, and back home again. Do you feel alive? I know, you’re living; but how alive do you really feel?