This is an interesting version of one of my favorite songs. If a song could be a soulmate, this one would be mine.
when you're ready
one day, one day
when you're up to it
Today, unexpectedly, I woke up prepared to start again, in earnest, taking care of myself. I've repeatedly wished for this kind of practical readiness, but wanting to and being ready to are two different things.
Our house is beginning to release the collective burdens of several generations as Rob and I work to put it to rights. It's a big intimidating process we've begun, but our space feels better and clearer in every respect the more progress we make, and so we are rewarded. We're dripping in symbolism over here on 4th South. And now I'm hungry for another committed step, one I'll take on my own (though with support from Rob, I expect): getting back onto my Candida diet. My body has been telling me for a long time that it's struggling, and recently it's started bawling at me for help, all the time growing more frantic. Okay then, I calmly replied this morning, much to my own surprise and with no lead-in or warning at all. I'm listening. I'm ready. Let's begin.
Suddenly, this needful change is not dreadful at all, but very very welcome. It happens that way, I guess, when the issue of force is removed from the picture but hope remains.
And now I'm wondering if I'm on some kind of roll. I wonder what steps may be next. This could get good.