Rules, Rules, Rules

I have always been a rules player. (Most of the time.) It is important to me to know the rules, so I can keep them. What really bugs me is when someone changes the rules mid-stream without telling me, and jumps on me because I didn’t keep a rule. 

However, that was in my first life. Age has a way of mellowing us. Giving us a different outlook on life—and rules. It took me a long time to learn, and live a more balanced approach.  

I learned I am enough—right now—to be who I want to be, and to write what I want to write. There is no “if only,” of some perfectible version of me to appear. Sometimes we tend to think the party is happening somewhere else. It isn’t. The ‘party’ is this day, this minute, right here in my space and in your space. 

I continue to learn to work with what I am given. And, boy, life has given me so much to work with—much of it I’ve created, myself—the problems, that is.  However, it is important that we pay attention or we might miss them. 

Sometimes we have a damaged idea about inspiration—something or someone is coming to fill us with ideas. Yet, ideas surround us—at all times. Inspiration is great, but that doesn’t mean we need to sit and wait until it strikes. It is here. Now 

I know everything I need to know—at this very minute. Now, I tell myself, do something with it. So let’s talk about dogs and leopards.