Unimaginative Expectations

It was a lot harder than I thought, quitting Vega, I mean. Every day I've fought the urge to get back to the story. In fact I've had to utilize a bunch of techniques that help cure addictions, such as OMing, breathing mindfully, taking it one day at a time. My fingers ITCH to get back to the keyboard. When people say a novel can swallow you whole, believe them! Bloody hell.

It was a lot easier than I thought, getting Thanksgiving together here at the chateau. Of course I still have stuff to do, including coming face to face with the turkey, and there was a point yesterday when I was spinning out a little bit with the enormity of breaking my personal Thanksgiving taboo. Still, by the end of the day not only had I accomplished all I set out to do, but I had the dishes washed and put away. Hmmm.

I had a great teacher who used to say that unimaginative expectations lead to unpleasant surprises. In the case of The Tell, my addiction to the story is unpleasant and unexpected, but in the case of T-day, my unimaginative expectations yielded to a nice surprise: I, too, can partake of the American national prosperity ritual. I always love it when I enjoy anything that makes me feel normal. Should say: "normal."

That said, I assume I will experience a few interesting moments today. Breaking personal taboos, while a healing, wonderful, liberating experience, can be nerve-wracking. I'm up for it, though. I really am. Am I?

We shall see! Love, gratitude and happiness to all. Shalom!