I’m writing about me.
The whole blog is about me, my thoughts, feelings, ideas, fears, inspirations, experiences, dreams, likes and dislikes, moans and groans, physical changes, typing skills, hair, the occasional person I come across, more likes, more dreams, cosmic ordering AND the Law of Attraction, other universal laws, parallel universes, my take on history, and anything and everything that makes me feel good. And anything else that I can think of to write about on a daily basis.
I’m not even that bothered if what I write doesn’t make any sense at all – everything I add to this blog is my way of getting a better understanding of me. I write with respect because I am aware my thoughts are available to be viewed all around the world (and beyond; I type on a wireless keyboard so some of the letters must be sent to other places apart from my computer base…) If I write something that doesn’t make sense now, it may do so in a few days, weeks, months or years time – I’m that committed to get to know myself better – I am always filling in the gaps. And making more while I’m at it, but never mind.
Yes, this blog is about me. The title may give a slight clue there, but it is about ALL of me, not just my ego.
I wrote a post a while back about the many different ‘mes’ that inhabit the me that is typing this now, which will explain why some posts make more sense than others… one of the mes is a little more dominant than the usual me and his writing style may take over. Or hers too for that matter – I have a feminine side as well. A few actually.
Collectively, all of those little mes make up the whole me. The fact that I can see, hear, read, laugh, stretch, yawn, itch, sneeze, complain, eat, drink, be merry, and live is simply stunning. I can do all that, and more, without thinking of it (or them – I can do more than one of them at the same time… talk about multi-tasking!)
OK, it all comes naturally. I had to learn a few things along the way, but some things were always there. My thoughts have been with me since I was born. Before I was born, for that matter, looking at some of the thoughts I’ve been having. But they are my thoughts, and I like them. Even the cheeky ones.
My ego likes me writing about me. He likes it all the more when I describe in great detail just how fantastically good looking I am with my chiseled jaw, piercing blue eyes and six-pack stomach. Bernard then pipes up and tells me to look in the mirror. Bernard is my nagging voice and is usually at loggerheads with my ego. And me occasionally. It gets quite busy in my head when I’m having a three-way conversation with myself, usually when I’m trying to make a decision or try something new, like speaking to someone new. I’m sure I come across as a blithering idiot to new people… well, Bernard tells me I do.
But, things work out. They always do.
That’s another of the simply stunning things about life. Everything is going on around me, swirling like a vortex with events, people, memories, weather systems, decisions, disembodied voices and dreams appearing and disappearing at random, and I am in the middle of it, making my own kind of sense about it, and handling it.
We have lots to handle in our lives. These events are showing us that we are living. Handling living. Doing the best that we can and handling it.
That in itself is simply stunning.
And life in general is also stunning. Feeling good makes the stunning aspect sparkle. When you sparkle, you shine! When you shine you light up everything you do and everywhere you go. It’s a cycle… the more you feel good, the more you shine. The more you shine, the more you feel good.
I like feeling good. All of me does…