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At first I was going to say I’ve gone fishing BUT
Why is it I finally have the wherewithal to travel and be abroad, and I worry about work, home, bills?
Why is it that I finally don’t have to do my hair and I’m upset about it?
Why is it that I’m walking through the door to relaxation and it causes anxiety?

Then I spoke with my life coach last night with the last minutes I had for the U.S. and we worked through a scenario whereby there is a door, and beyond the door is a cool terrace with chaise lounges and a pale blue sky with not a cloud in it and I turn the knob and find a cozy spot and sink in, becoming almost one with that chaise lounge, my face tilted up to the sky-blue sky, and I do not feel the urge to jump up and do laundry, send an email, post, wash the dishes, go to the grocery, straighten shelves, sort and label my photos in iPhoto, or basically anything that is defined “doing” – instead I sit there just “being.”

baby steps, Rachel, baby steps ………………………….

Gone Fishing
Gone fishin’, there’s a sign upon her door
Gone fishin’, she ain’t workin’ anymore
There’s her hoe out in the sun where she left a row half done
She said “hoein’ ain’t no fun”, she ain’t got no ambition
Gone fishin’ by a shady wady pool
I’m wishin’ I could be that kinda fool
I’d say no more work for mine on my door I’d hang a sign
Gone fishin’ Instead of just a wishin’

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