Right Now I am not beat up by these things or mad at these things, I am in the middle, okay. I can go one way or the other if I choose, but I do not. This place is where I can make change: There is not "Am I Right?" All that is in the past. Now, truth under us, we take action. (This We in my conversation here, I think, is my Higher Self.) I sent a poem/story to my two brothers. It was just as I had wanted it to be, the poem/story. I took action.
I sent an email. So Simple and doable. Anything in clean, small chunks is doabe. Sent that off. It makes such easy sense. Easy. They can complicate things sometimes, but maybe after the story, they'll read it as from me, a person, other than this made up description in their heads. Nope, this is me. See me? Boy do I have good ideas.
We'll see. And I have an action to take with my temporary hitchhiker. Give me 20 dollars. That is a lot to him, and it is a lot to me, and I need it. Put it in the bank. And some house rules. (Just for a whle longer, she prays) And he has to pull the rear end, then wait for the new real end sometime this week. He promised me work around the house, the grass cut...stuff. Last week he screwed off for days. He gets confrontive, so I have to be prepared for it. I can settle him down, but it all takess energy, you know..
Concentration on task at hand.