Back B-logged, Finding My Metaphorical Colonic

After going through this I feel like I need a warning...if you don't like poop metaphors you may want to skip this one...I don't get graphic but want to warn the more sensitive types...but if your really that sensitive your probably not reading my blog

Yes it's been a few days since I blogged and I got stumped...I didn't want to skip but interestingly the love fortune that said I love how you make me blush, kind of got me mentally blushing as I wasn't sure what to respond.  So maybe that's it not everything needs a response, shocking for someone who always seems to have a story or a metaphor.  And yesterdays was I love to hear you speak, and it's got to be the stories, because I have far from a lovely accent and I speak really fast most of the time. Another was I love you more than today...my gut reaction was I hope not...I don't need to be loved more than I just need to be love as much as...I mean today is important and if I'm part of a persons today than it should be all encompassing right...anyway you'd be better off reading the Power of Now than hear me blogging. Still feeling blog clogged...is there a colonic for blogging.

The love fortune that got things stirring (sorry for the shitty metaphor, tee hee, I couldn't resist but let's face it when I start with you can't make this shit up and this girl likes metaphors...) was I love when you introduce me to new things, and new is the spice of life although I always feel like I'm the anti-pop culturist so the new things that I share are probably things that are from my generation that seem new...so I guess nothing is new under the sun, we just re-style it. And that started me thinking about my blogging as it felt like I was about to repeat stories and my inner judge went yikes, are you out of fuel already and it was only 26 days of a potential 365.  What it got me thinking about is that we all probably have a handful even less then 10 but for the metaphor, I'll call them our personal 10 commandments of what is most important to us and everything else comes from that...sharing, gratitude and loving are definitely top three for me...so I'm going to ponder this.  But that was also when I realized I was back b-logged and also back logged as I have also promised to pass on love fortunes and I'm collecting.  I've given away less than half which isn't bad...and the slight perfectionist in me whats to make sure I give them wisely.

So this is my thought yesterday morning and then I had a you can't make this shit up moment.  I wound up going to lunch with a work associate.  I thought it was going to be quick in cafeteria and we had a bit of a comedy of errors as she wanted to go out so we were waiting in different places, yada, yada...  We talked some work but we got into more personal conversation and I'm not sure how we got here but I was telling her about the time I was a bone marrow donor and afterwards I went into existential angst about the potential butterfly effect I could have had...I could have save the 11 year old girls life and she would become a drunk driver and kill someones kid...or I saved her and she marries a man who beats her...no really folks this is where my mind went (see the Butterfly Effect and see if you don't get paralyzed at time).  After my friend told me that I had to separate myself from my dna that was in someone elses body, it helped.  So I shared about the movie.  She said she hates needles and prefers soup kitchens.  And I personally believe that multiple and consistent small volunteer opportunities are more impactful, which led me to sharing about the Love Letter Parties and the world needs more love letters.  We part.   I get the idea to gift her with a love fortune.  And rather than read through the collection in my love fortune purse, I use dharma pole and I get I love how friendly you are and it truly was the perfect one for her...in fact the others only tangentially applied.  But that is not the you can't make this shit up moment.  Rather than get right back to work, I take a peak at good old facebook which I limit while at work.  Well guess what.  The World Has More Love Letters and the post starts that the Butterfly Effect is at work.  Come on it feels like the universe is talking.  To be honest I don't know what this means except to make more love letters...but it was on the heals of another dream which I'm not going to share here about what I'm supposed to do when I grow up...but I also know that if it's not a direct message on the meaning of life for me, it is certainly one of those synchronistic moments that reminds that we're all connected and life is going perfectly even if we don't understand why.  Sometimes we have to get out of the forest to see the trees that were in front of our face...

And interestingly giving a love fortune seems to be my metaphorical colonic...so goes back to when you give and don't horde because your worried about your own shit...shit starts to flow in the best of ways.