Tuesday Tidbits: How to Stay Lit

F Bombs and presence and holiday lights

Credit: AI image creator, on crack. It blocked ‘fuck’ in my request then comes up with this after several other ass-backward sneaky prompts. LOL

Happy day after Monday everyone. This is a quick little story about my nativity fast to quit the f bomb.

Throwing around f bombs was an outward symbol of my out of control emotions because life and shit and stuff. I’m like a 1970’s Christmas light bulb, you know the type, big and chunky with thick black wires. When there was a faulty socket, bumping into that light bulb made it blink and turn off and when it turned off the entire strand turned off. Anyhoo, I was getting pretty tired of all the hot cold, on off, happy angry. You know, wandering around smiling then suddenly mumbling then spitting f bombs all over the house, marking up the walls like a toddler with a permanent marker - cause, yes, it’s NEVER a washable marker! (clearing my throat, straightening my shirt hem)…

So here I am with a quiet little Tuesday update. I’ve gone from mindless flinging of f bombs into sentences like a new buzz word for a self help guru, multiple times a day. To a dotty old dementia grandma who blurts an inappropriate word at a strange time a few times a week. I’ve gone from catching myself immediately after I say it with an explosive “DAMMIT!! I blew it today!” LOL (One time and I count the day failed). To a much tamer “oh no, not again”. This past weekend I caught myself at just the fuse of the bomb and said some made up word something like “funchlring”.

The Starfire Codes

it might be a good word for Perplexicon with a definition = a new buzzword replacing f bombs for weirdos who are trying to quit.

I’ve also not allowed myself proxies like ‘fudge’ or ‘firetruck’ or my all-time favorite from a network showing of Die Hard with a Vengeance, in which they dubbed all of Samuel Jackson’s ‘mother fuckers’ with ‘melon farmers’. OMG I died laughing when I watched it instead of getting into some magical f-d up violence with 2 of my favorite actors.

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So, I’ve turned this dial as far as to medium-low so far, giving me hope for my sanity. All of this to say that we are each in charge of our own minds. I believe that focusing on this keeps me more present. Mooji said some wonderfully practical things in the meditation in Demi’s piece linked at the end of this post - HIGHLY recommend this one.

He said “stop being a traffic cop in your own mind. Let it run.” and “Without you, none of this can exist. Without you, the world cannot exist.” and THIS - “Be aware that you are chosen to be detached from the scene. You’re not judging, not dismissing, but not engaging. Not logging into the energy of what you see or experience.” and “You have nothing in this world to conquer apart from your own mind.” and, finally “Remain detached. You’re witnessing. It means the witness is never involved in the scene.” Think about this, with your coffee today. LOL

The presence I’ve tapped into during my nativity fast is a sliver of hope in this joyful season. It’s hope in the power of humanity captured within the global strand of lights we’re all part of. Hope born from the knowledge that even with half drunk bulbs in our strand, together - if we’re gentle with them - the strand will continue to light the whole planet for years to come.

P. S. Next I’ll focus on kicking “what the hell” to the curb, because I’ve found myself saying it more so it might be a cheeky little proxy my subconscious mind is sneaking in on me. (Insert evil laugh)

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