I heard a voice this morning.
Don't worry. I haven't lost my mind...yet. It was in my head, not my ears. For those of you without Psych degrees, auditory hallucinations happen in your ears.
It said "You never trust me, girl." And I could almost hear the head shaking that followed.
Yes, everyone, God sounds like Ani Difranco in my head. Maybe he sounds like Mickey Rourke in yours. Or that guy who does the voice overs for Abraham Lincoln in the Civil War documentaries.
I am a firm believer in Friedrich Nietzsche's saying "That which does not kill me, makes me stronger."
I've ridden out some pretty gnarly stuff in my life. Sometimes I forget that for a minute. But only for a minute. I was reminded of how strong I am by the precisely .2 seconds it took me to regulate on myself and shut that shit down.
The only thing I have control of is myself, and my actions. And I'm "pretty classy overall." So I hear. I got this.
We're good over here.
So, alright Ani/God. Let's go. My eyes are open. And my mouth is shut.
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