"Let our advanced worrying become advanced thinking and planning."
It travels from a plucky part of my brain down through my central nervous system. It re-oxygenates my red blood cells as they course through my veins, my heart, my soul. It pokes me in the ribs when I've sat still too long pondering my navel. Sometimes it sounds so much like that jowly Winston Churchill booming his tempered message in my ears ...... "Never, never, never, never give up.........."
On the other hand, sometimes it has a light whispery message, just as motivational...... a feather touch blue angel with a voice like Glinda, the good witch of the North..... "Home is knowing. Knowing your mind, knowing your heart, knowing your courage. If we know ourselves, we're always home, anywhere."
Music to my ears.....temporarily merry enough to push me forward when my socks feel laden with rocks that weigh me down.
"I can't do it....." I say with tired repose.
"Oh yes you can. Push through the wall of indecision. Pull back the drapes blocking out your light. Stop thinking. Grab hold of your courage and get off your ass!" replies an inner voice, with a familiar assertive tone I can trust. I can hear the caring feelings behind the pushy encouragement. "Get ready. Do what you need to do first. Then what is left is all reward."
Gee, I never knew Glinda would utter the word ass....... That witch surprises me every day.
I get up off the couch that grabs hold of my energy ..... drag my sorry ass down the hall to the have a shower. A hot pulsating shower rinses away doubt. I stand under the nozzle, wet warmth soaks my hair, my wrinkled freckled skin puckers until I can feel it feed my resolve. Tunes return to my inner repetoire. Through the hum of knowledge, I feel at home again. T
hat is when that jowly booming voice enters in the picture again......
"Never, never, never, never give up................."
Persistance is back. That plucky rib poking friend. Its back.