Do you remember when I said that I needed to write to Dolly Parton? I had the sparkles from the Universe and everything but I still haven’t done it. Every time I sit down and try, I end up talking myself out of it. What in the world am I even supposed to say to her? I’m not even sure why I am being nudged to write the letter?
I received a package yesterday from my dear friend MK. It was full of handmade gifts which as you know are my favorite and at the bottom of the box….was a book called “What Would Dolly Do? I even said out loud “you have got to be kidding me?” I picked up some herb books from the library today and the first one I looked at had a Dolly Parton quote in the first few pages. The Universe is not letting up so I am going to have to sit down and write that letter, even though I haven’t the faintest idea what I will say or if she will even read it.
Other than that, there hasn’t been much to write about….as three military planes fly over the neighborhood while I’m typing those words??? What is that about? It sounded like the house was about to take off! Fingers crossed nothing is brewing out there because that was kind of scary…
Work has been chaotic the last two days, not bad per say, just chaotic. Even when I was out and about the energy felt almost bipolar? It was like happy people, grumpy people, happy people, grumpy people. Maybe I’m just noticing more because I haven’t been drinking? I guess I never realized how much drinking two glasses of wine a night dulled my senses…actually that is an out an out lie. One that I have been telling myself for a long time. I knew it was dulling my senses, it made it easier to block stuff out. In theory anyway? Now it looks like I need to find a way to recognize it, realize it’s not mine and let it go. I’ll figure it out, eventually.
Hopefully tomorrow is a little bit calmer at work because I have piles and piles of paperwork to attend to….Zia