Might as Well Stand and Face It, Life is So Complicated

I awaken each morning to the mobile phone alarm, reminding me that it’s now time take my next transforming steroids. It also gives me a moment to get up and savor the silence, such as it is on Dallas whilst living on a busy thoroughfare.
Getting out of bed I grab the next set of notions, position and lotions and in the semi‑darkness pad out into the kitchen where I grab ice-cold seltzer water, park it in a cozy and sit in our comfy blue recliner with matching ottoman. At which point I pop the top and await what might or might not show up on my mind’s eye.
The thoughts are not of the fearful variety. Sometimes I feel as if there are miniature male or female spirits, just checking on the sites that have been difficulty these last 8 months. Hips moving okay today check. Lungs functioning check, spiritually centered, getting there, check. A small litany vital check point statistics and an event log generation done in my honor, and then they’re gone. Often that is followed by silence and my mind amuses itself by watching the occasional play of reflected light as it makes its way across the living room. Slowly, taking the shape of the object it reflected on, it brings out surface elements I would have never have been aware off.
So as you can see, it’s not deeply moving soul searching moment of time. It’s a wonderfully peaceful one, one which sends me back to bed for another 4 or 5 hours, at which time I get to wake up and replicate what had just experienced several hours back.
Perhaps one of these thoughts that continually bubble to the service with contain the grain of truth, or event that let’s my move my spirit in yet another direction of reconciliation and friendship with the world at large.
I’m looking forward more and more with each passing day, as this life of mine, that I thought I know so well, appears to have yet a few more secrets to reveal.
Into the future, together this time…