My creative process took a leap and a shift in a place regarding my thinking about being pissed. I don’t need to explain my creativity or it’s source. I don’t even have to know why the lesions in my brain are there. Doctors wanted to drill a hole in my schull to find out. I don’t need to know that bad! I said no! That would make me really pissed! I can now even chuckle! I feel pretty good except for a nap in the afternoon. Which I have always liked as long as I remember. My little girl who thought it was a bad word found a need to be transported into a more positive way of thinking from here on. I am certainly old enough to transform what I choose to say or not say. I started with an uncomfortable phrase. I don’t know how to decide about why the word pissed is now stimulating my acceptance and cheer, leading me to a new thought process. Can’t really believe I will use what pisses me off much! Maybe just tell the story and smile. I’m home and alone a great deal creating my own thoughts and stimulation.
Perhaps tomorrow I will explore how I do have a level of being pissed in having to work so hard on my weight and lifestyle. Might be fun to engage the word pissed as often as possible or just have wine with dinner and use the English form to see how pissed I can get! For me it is probably 2 glasses. I also know that as I sit writing my Husband is cooking down stairs and he can’t hear the timer continually ringing. That does make me pissed and I think I will drink.
