Thursday, January 06, 2011
clowns to the left of me jokers to the right
Okay, so I'm like six days into this cleanse, and yesterday was a sort of turning point where I could actually hear my body talking to me. It said, "So, this is a real thing you're doing? Really?"
I could actually feel the little cells rearranging, as though tired ladies on public transportation resigned to allowing the homeless guy to sit in the seat next to them. It's foreign, it has to happen, we're dealing.
So amid all of my solipsistic hyper-attention to my body, I've had some terrific, expansive meetings with clients--all of whom have indicated that they wish to move forward. With me! I know how "The Secret" this is going to sound, but the woo-woo thing here is that the forces (yes, forces) around me seem to be parroting my push for change and risk. It's all very mysterious. Or maybe I'm just having visions from my cleanse. I do feel somewhat walk-about today. I think it's time to squeeze my morning kale-and-apple juice.