Festering Wound

My wound has been festering for days now. Which wound you ask? Why my I feel lonely, sad and unloveable wound. What a difference from two weekends ago? I was so blissful then that I wish I could have bottled my euphoria for a week like this. Mercury is not in retrograde anymore, so wtf?

So as I sit in my cozy condo, I start to think of all the things I am grateful for. I make up that my evening will be super rad! What more could I want? I have my own beautiful space with my fragrant roses in the garden along with my blooming jasmine plant, my absolute favorite scent in the world (besides a man who smells of garlic and boy), blowing in with the breeze through the open front door. I have my ipod playing on my surround sound taking me on my musical journey through phases of my loves. I join in singing now and then, hoping the neighbors don't mind. Super dog is sleeping quietly on the love seat, and my love manifestation in feline form comes by now and then to check in and cuddle and shower me with sandpaper kisses and a cold nose. The perfect evening. I am texting my fantastic friend Brenda, who has helped remind me of how fabulous, beautiful and so worth loving that I really am because that is what she makes up about me. And I agree with her 100 percent! I only forgot for a bit. My wound is scabbing already. It is practically healed. What was the problem again? I don't think I remember. What I have now in this moment is all that exists for me. I choose to be present in my life now. I am not my wound. I am what I create myself to be. I choose gratitude. I choose love. It is all there is. And so it is. Gotta go now. The cold nose is back. He gets it and now, so do I.

Darlene