You May Now Feed the Bear

SOMEONE GET ME OUT OF HERE!!

Winter is NOT my vibe…neither is this constant barrage.

In this week's review, I am jittery, anxious, overstimulated, waking up at 1 a.m., teetering on the brink, jacked up, heightened, elevated, and I can't even find a shallow breath to breathe. (The latter ACTUALLY happened.  Have we talked about my propensity for choking on liquids?)

Never fear, as always...

I think I'll be alright. 

Stolen...no credit.  What has happened to me???

I've just had the wind knocked out of me, for a time.  I'm going to get it back. And now, in case you can identify, YOU know you're not alone!  (That's kind of happy, right?!)

Being brave doesn’t mean you don’t feel afraid.  It means you just keep going anyway.  It’s like integrity is doing the right thing no matter who is looking and how you feel.  As it turns out, I am offered a LOT of opportunities, like...

When I heard a ruckus outside the bathroom window, and it sounded like a major dog fight I definitely wanted to ignore, BUT...the last time I ignored this same sound, my bunny was killed.  So, I forced myself to look...

Of course, if I look...YOU KNOW how Kristen I am, right? ($*!+, I will try my best.)

Let's summarize with, I did, in fact, manage to call 2 excitable, rogue boxers to my side (Canelo and Cash, as it turns out), AND I got them both leashed.  (Pretty sure I ended up sending them home with said leashes, and now Jesse has none.  BUT...that's just one more problem I can DEFINITELY solve, so...I ain't wastin' no more TIIIIIMME.)  Afterwards, we began quite an adventure (all over my neighborhood, while still very much in my pajamas).  Unfortunately, I did NOT grab my phone.  And when I locked them on the deck so I could run in and grab it, they got loose again. (Insert insanely annoyed dead eyes stare.)

Guess what.  

I NEVER let my phone plan deactivate.  Until THIS day.  (Darlin' your head's not right.)

So, I'm standing outside my house (with my, really sweet and very strong, new boxers) without a clue what to do.  And I finally thought to pray...

The next thing I know, this guy in a big black truck starts heading straight for me. (Don't worry...my guard was down.  I was desperate and hopeful at this point.)  I'm just thankful for the timely answer to a big problem, and I didn't have to do anything but pray.

He took them (and my leashes) home, and I got to just rush right into my (actual) office.

When I say I carry my work with me, I mean it very literally.  I AM my job.  Fate, my friend…you say the STRANGEST things.

BTW...I also had a REALLY strange encounter with a man at Ross this week, but let's save that one for a rainy day, ok?  Suffice it to say...He flashed me (fortunately it was just a ridiculous amount of cash and nothing more!), and I walked away singing

Alone we stand, together we fall apart

Yeah, I think I'll be alright

You guys!!!!!!!!!!!  What is this bizzaro life?  You have to realize, I am just a boxer, myself.  I am fighting my own fights and striking my own blows.

Just don’t Strokes my ego.  And DO NOT light my fire.  This girl can get UGLY.

I’ve had something awakened in me recently…deep, painful, icky parts of me.  Parts I want to squish back down into the abyss.  Alas, I have a beginning and an end.  There is nowhere within me that I can hide any display of treason that isn’t eventually shaken or stirred.  Revealed. Brought to light.

What do WE tend to do with all of the ugly?  From the garden of Eden to now, we never change.  We hide.  We bury.  I hide.  I bury.  Me.  I suppress, and I excuse.

But we DON'T have to throw out the beautiful in the midst of the ugly, because...

Here is the truth - He's NOT coming down on me with any hammer.  He does not knock me out with a cross punch. When ALL my ugly is revealed before my tender, treacherous eyes, He captures them.  He tucks my hair behind my ear.  He touches my cheek, and He whispers, gently, “How did you know you were naked?”

I…even me!…I am unarmed.  My defenses are penetrated, and His eyes (though passionate with love) are relentless on mine.

There is only judgment if I refuse to speak, “Because I ate from the tree.”

No...He does not knock me out with a cross.  He saves me with one.  All I have to do is kneel, and immediately, I am cleansed.  He reunites me to Himself.

So, I will continue to stand and scream into the storm, "Come at me.  COME AT ME!!!" Sunshine or rain,  I will die fighting.  On my knees, fighting; victory is mine, but it is NOT for me.

I think we’ve got to break the mold, my friends.

You say you want to stand by my side

“Orwell predicted a society deprived of information from electronic media - until people lost the ability to analyze what they saw and heard.  Huxley predicted a society oversaturated by information from electronic media - until people lost the ability to analyze what they saw and heard.  Orwell feared a system that concealed the truth under government propaganda and lies; Huxley feared a system where people stopped caring about the truth and cared only about being entertained.  Orwell described a world where people were controlled by inflicting pain; Huxley imagined a world where people were controlled by inflicting pleasure…the sickness of affluent free societies.” -Colson

(Let's) travel round the world

Just you and me,

 

💕 Punk Rock Girl

P.S.  Dear Julian, I am impressed. Waltzing Matilda IS good!  But HOW could you neglect The Gentleman Soldier.  Just a lapse?