But my feet are really not tryna hear me right now.
I missed the cue to be a Sniff and Scurry about it all,
So I'm really gonna have to be a Haw about it all.
*pause* Haw is a name you guys, somewhere in that sentence is somebody thinking that was a spelling mistake. No… im not that kinda gal, and this is not that kinda show *three tier finger snap*
A note on the three tier finger snap, I only really do it when I post to the blog, and since I haven't posted in a gajillion years… I have missed this sassy, feisty, pout faced three tier finger snapping gig.
And on that note ( a note to the note)… Hi you guys, life caught me up a lidl bit, excuse my absentia. I love you all still. (just in case anyone's life came to a halt as a result of my being away)
Let me explain. Hem, haw, Sniff and scurry are all characters from a little book I've been reading titled "Who moved my cheese'. Very simple to read. Very quick to read (about 94 pages worth of large, bold letters widely spaced out onto barely A5 sized pages… for the lazy, lol). Also… very cheesy (in honour of its title). The book, or the story rather, is basically about the different approaches we have or the stances we take in adapting to change in the various departments of our lives…
hang on… it's raining. This is my most favourite of nature's free gifts, I think I might just catch the giggles. I love the rain. There is something very graceful about it. And the smell… whooo child, don't even go thurrrrr. Love love love. Whoooo and it just started hailing golf balls worth of ice… jumping jupiter (yes… jumping jupiter… that was the Caucasian in me… we all have one. I will not be judged. *three tier finger snap*)
ehneeehwaaay… "who moved my cheese?"
the story basically chronicles the reactions of four characters to change (moved cheese = the situation has changed)
Sniff and Scurry start moving to find new cheese when they start sensing that the cheese is about to run out.
Hem and Haw overanalyse and overthink.
Hem refuses to accept that the cheese is gone and sticks around hoping things will return to normal.
Haw, though late, decides waiting around is not going to any good. better late than never.
It had me thinking,
How often do we assess our cheese?
How many times have we noticed the cheese was running out and just pretended it wasn't happening?
How many times have we stood in cheeseless situations, hoping it would somehow magically reappear and things would return to normal?
Instead of going off to find new cheese, going where the cheese is at.
FOLLOW YOUR CHEESE!!!
Sometimes easier said than done.
There are areas of my life where I can sense that "it's not giving" and then I calmly get up and get going.
Then there are times when I sense that "it might not give soon", but then I just brush it off and "cross that bridge when I get there"
Then there are times when it is clearly without a doubt definitely not giving and yet I just stand there… doing nothing… waiting for somebody to flip a switch and bring it all back to normal….
Smart as I am.
we all do it. Somewhere in our lives.
It had me thinking…
More often than not, the first voice that speaks in your mind when change comes into play is usually the smartest one. The right one.
I'm making this conclusion based on all the times I have ignored this voice and then stood there after wasted time thinking "poop! *air punch* I really should've listened to that voice"
(I don't really air punch, that was just for dramatic effects, allow me).
I really think this voice comes from a very honest place… I think it's my (very smart) gut (who by the way is soooo on point) and I might be much happier if I learnt to trust this voice.
Note how I already know what to do yet I am weighing out whether or not I should do it… such a Hem I am.
This voice has said to me many times before "Theri getchurr stuff girl, you need to get out of this one". And I have instead (just as many a time) decided to pull up a chair and stay… and then spent the remainder of the time in that seat wondering why on God's lovely green earth I'm not abandoning ship until it's finally too dark to change my mind. "well I guess I'm gonna have to stay then" *sighs* (this is just a metaphor kids, we're not talking about a social gathering of any kind… this is real life business… stay focused… for sure 8see what I just did there?... think liquideep, jabba and teargas… yes? no? maybe?… sighs*)
I'm easily distracted.
Anyway… The voice… (lol)
An awesome guy friend of mine said to me "so mokgwa'a go o emets'eng? ("what exactly are you waiting for"… I love you my white friends, I will never not translate… this is love darrrlings, lol)
It's crazy… I'd asked myself this question before. And it was regarding the very same issue. I had asked him for his opinion because the overanalytical part of me that looks for stuff that isn't there was hoping he would side with me and say something a little more along the lines of "I mean I think you should wait and see what happens you know. Do't jump to any conclusions"
Lol! the very typical things we say to ourselves when we make excuses for why we should take responsibility and hold ourselves accountable for our own happiness. Our own livelihoods. Orselves!
I'm the type of person who doesn't want to hurt other people. Especially their feelings, dear goodness what'll become of them without good feelings? (dramatic much?)
Let us all hold hands around the campfire and sing khumbaya… "can't we all just… get along?"
But the older I get, the more I learn, the chances of finding solutions or making decisions where everyone is equally happy, are slim to none.
So a lot of times, the sparing of others' feelings, means the doom of my own.
(For what?... smh)
That's where I'm at right now… the choosing me bit.
The trusting the voice bit.
The knowing when to get up and move.
Why have I taken so long to get here?
Learning to follow my cheese.
*whooooooosaaaaah*
Lol, are the areas of my life ready.
*shimmies (sp)*
Smile... You never know who's watching :)
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