
THE KEY
When I was 8 my mom, and dad, told me not to play with this. It was dangerous and could hurt me, so I did pause.
And went right ahead and unraveled it.
I wasn’t feeling too proud of myself. Their words echoed in my head as I looked at my bloody hands.
So much so that I don’t remember what their reaction was.
I knew the dangers of alcohol, yet I walked like a robot into bars and bad situations.
After fate stepped in and saved me from being a teen mum, you’d think I would know how to avoid that end.
Nope.
My husband urges me to slow down when I’m in town, I daydream and have had close calls.
So each day as I look at the students I work with, I try to find my inner peace (I scream in my head often) and realize some lessons need to occur organically.
I’m going to hell, as I feel a bit of joy when the thing I specifically pointed out happens.
Usually karma catches me. I almost giggled when an untied shoelace was stepped upon. Immediately after that I had a huge chip with sour cream on my shirt.
I got laughed at, did I learn?
Nahhhh
We can caution, and try to steer away from the lumps of life, turns out I need the spiritual sledgehammer.
There must be more of us out there.
