An update from Cheerio lala land
Wow. I am nervous. It’s really silly, since I’m here all by myself, sitting on the couch, but I have butterflies in my stomach and yeah, it’s full blown nervousness. Out of nowhere, this lovely little thought popped into my head: exactly 6 months ago today, I presented my boss with a resignation letter and my plan to leave to go pursue “something else”. I don’t know where the guts to do it came from exactly, and I certainly didn’t have a rock-solid plan, but I leaped, and time has just flown by ever since.
Instead of feeling nostalgic over that moment, it’s as though another side of my personality, one that is authoritative yet fair, has taken over, sending the rest of me into the queasy stomach tank. “So Sylvie”, it asks, “what have you done in these 6 months since that big day that changed your life?” Yikes! That is a big question. Had it come from anyone else other than myself, I could have done all the backpedaling and story-padding I wanted, but since it is coming from me, well, the bullshit won’t do me any good nor will it take me very far. So here goes – my self-written report for my first 6 months post-regular-job-resignation:
- I actually managed to quit and work those last 4 weeks that I had promised in my letter without chickening out on this grand idea of somehow making a better life for myself by following my gut.
- I figured out what it was to become vegan. I ate and even drank a shitload of green stuff and I liked it too. I learned how to cook healthy food and I learned how to shop for it too. I became obsessed with it, and then I chilled the hell out about it so that I could live a normal life. Now I still eat healthy, but fish are again my friends whether they’re in the ocean or in my tummy, and sometimes eggs and chickens who have had happy lives make it onto my plate too, although I will not begin to debate which one got there first.
- I’ve taken classes. Good lord, so many freakin’ classes. Cooking classes, reiki courses, angel seminars, business workshops and my absolute fave of the bunch – The Calling Workshop… aka: what the %^$# am I doing with my life ?!
- I’ve written. Bits are here, others are part of my monthly column at www.lightworkermag.com and other snippets are here and there on my computer and then there are the scribbled words torn from my cutesy notebooks, where I write all my hopes, dreams, fears and pleas for help to my always-present angels. Once it’s all down on paper, I fold it neatly and file it… under my pillow. Because… well just because that feels right to me. And no, the angels don’t leave me money in exchange for my notes. If they did, trust me, I’d be rich!
- I’ve shared. Despite feeling a little crazy, I openly tell people that I talk to angels, I believe in fairies and that I watch the most awesome Doreen Virtue on YouTube every day giving her oracle card readings for that day. Sure it might be a little odd or dorky but I really don’t give a crap. During these months though, I can’t say I have shared much food. Hmmph. Some things never change.
- I kicked some fucking ass! Yes, I used the word fuck. I use it often in real life but sparingly in my writing. But when I’m at the gym, I don’t hold back with anything and I let the expletives fly. I’ve acknowledged that it perhaps clashes with my happy zippy angel side, but let it be known that I’ve used harsh language with the angels too and they don’t mind even one bit. So I’ve set the insecurity of my dual personality aside, climbed ropes, flipped tires, and power-cleaned my personal best ever (105 lbs, which is a whole 75% of my body weight, uhm, in case it matters to anyone. Ok, I’m really proud!). I’ve learned I don’t need to be the best, but getting better and better makes me happy, doing things I never thought I could do thrills me and when it’s all said and done, I can come home, have a shower and resume talking to the fairies.
- I am still in a relationship. This my dear friends is not all due to my efforts, and I’ve often wondered how I don’t send the Acadian into a constant state of panic with my continuous stream of new ideas, thoughts to ponder, perplexing questions that leave me frustrated for days on end, and of course, the whole thing about having a girlfriend at home all the time doing as she pleases, not earning a cent most days and very rarely cooking. Indeed, when he tells me he loves me, I know for sure it’s true! And for all this and so, so, so much more, I love him very dearly too. And I so have the worse crush on him. Still.
- I’ve gone into business for myself. This one is pretty scary. I’ve come out and announced to the world that I now do angel readings and Reiki. I write and even hope to speak in public sometime very soon to share my love, passion and everything my zany self can give to teach others that they are perfect being them and I am perfect being me. I have admitted to myself that this whole Reiki thing has pretty much tanked for me. I’ve forgiven myself for not being successful at something I’m likely not meant to do in the first place and have given thanks for learning about such a cool way of healing. I have taken this energy and re-invested it in other projects that involve that big love of mine – writing all my kooky ideas out for you fine folks to read them.
- I have been brave and taken on the challenge of organizing a new online radio station and even agreeing to host my own show, even though this is all completely new territory to me. I’m nervous about it. I’m even a little scared. That irritating Mean Lady keeps popping into my head proclaiming “what the hell do you think you could do a radio show about, and why should anyone care?”, and each time, I kick her sorry ass to the curb and get on with my planning.
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