I Say Hooray

Let me officially lend my voice to the bulk of women on this planet, as we say:

HOORAY!

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Egg Crackers #1 - An Old Question, Made Entirely New

I've discovered one of the best gifts the universe can offer is a walking buddy who will ask you imponderables in the early morning.

Here's my most recent favorite. So, anyone who's been on any sort of formal personal growth path (including being about to graduate and talking to career counselors), has been asked the question "If you had all the money you'd ever need, what would you do?" or "What would your perfect day look like?" or "If you didn't have to work, what would you do with your life?" I'm no exception, and I have a laundry-list of pre-fab answers to these questions I've heard a hundred times. Kind of defeats their usefulness. Bhadra threw me the question in a whole new way, though... she asked:

"Imagine you didn't have your childhood, and all your life up to this point. If it were all just starting today, what do you want to do with it?"

See, all my prefab answers were based around things I've found joy in in the past - music, theater, facilitating growth in others, travel... but this isn't the past anymore. This question has the strange effect of requiring a deep awareness of intuition and the call of my spirit, right here, right now, in real time. And my being so stumped at the question seems to show me that's not something I'm so practiced at. It cracks my egg open. I love it.

If it's all new, right now... what do you want to make with it?

Around The House #2 - Smooth Suffering

This one's not really an alternative home remedy, as expected in the hippie sense... but it is a remedy of sorts, and a little alternative. Okay, maybe a lot alternative. But I love it.

The Russian mystic Gurdjieff said that addiction to suffering was the one he had the hardest time getting his students to give up*, and I can relate. I mean, we've got to struggle a little in life to make it worthwhile, right?

Well, I'm tired of fighting out there. I think I'll control how I receive my pain from now on, thanks. Conveniently, I've found a great way to get all the torture I could ever need in one place. I've also decided it's okay to relinquish my old quasi-feminist body-hair-for-the-principle-of-it stance, and give into my aesthetic enjoyment of hairlessness. (Hmm.. sorry, ex-boyfriends!) So,

Ladies, and deliciously metrosexual men, say hello to your new worst best friend:

The Epilady Discrette

Why sabotage success in your life because you have some subconscious programming that says you have dues to pay? Just take all that shit out on yourself with one easy handheld device, and be done with it. Nothing like ripping hairs out of their folicles, root and all, to put you in your place. Plus, you may just find yourself a little sexier, when you're done.

$35 on Amazon. Enjoy!

*Conscious Loving by Gay and Kathlyn Hendricks, pp.90