I’m open…

 

I woke up at 3 AM remembering I had forgotten to schedule Tuesday’s Thread, and the next thing that came up was—I am open…

And then what came up was more threads. I mean, I could keep pulling and never run out of thoughts.

I am open to interpretation… I know that I can make a snap judgment or decision based on incomplete information. I also know that generally, I am open to learning more.

I am open to what comes next… I understand that life is not fixed, and to expect it to be only sets me up for disappointment and aggravation. That doesn’t mean that when my dog runs off and doesn’t come back when I am yelling at her at 5 o’dark in the morning that I don’t get mad. Because I do, and I will take her ball away immediately. Naughty doggo.

I am open with my thoughts… I allow myself to wander about what I don’t know and get curious about what could be. In my less-than-trusting years, I would prepare for the worst so I wouldn’t be caught off guard. Honestly, there was a good chunk of years when I would freak the F out. I didn’t handle bad news well and always thought it was going to be the end.

Notice I didn’t say younger. It wasn’t age that helped me. It was getting to know me better that formed trust.

I am open about my experiences… Well, anyone who has read Wholly Sober knows secrets are not for me. I am who I am. I have lived a full and experiential life. I’ve done things that I wouldn’t do now, but I wasn’t who I am now then.

I think that’s such a gracious offering we can extend to our former selves. She didn’t know what you know. She did pretty good seeing how you are here. Give her a hug.

 

I’m going to give you a little looksie in the back room, not that you asked for it.

There’s never any strategy to whatever thread comes up and I share on Tuesday. It’s always an invitation, even for myself, to follow those three lovely dots and see where my thoughts go. Although I do typically have it scheduled on Monday to post Tuesday morning.

Apparently, I was open to getting up at 3 AM to carry out a commitment I had unofficially made months ago.

 

Let’s talk about not realizing when we are being open and then whoa-la.

There’s a project I started many months ago. Ugh, a couple of months into it, I noticed I wasn’t as excited as when I started. I started feeling a pull in another direction, and I decided to follow it. And giiiirrrrl, I’m so glad I did.

I was open to not being “right.” But I wasn’t wrong either. It was simply a path I followed, and in collecting information along the way, I decided to take another path.

If I hadn’t been open, I would not feel as delighted as I do. I would have either walked away or forced a project that I no longer felt connected to.

Have you ever suddenly lost that loving feeling? But kept on the trajectory.

Oh, I did that in my first wedding. I cried hysterically all the way down the aisle knowing I was making a mistake, but everybody was there… ugh.

See what happens when we allow our thoughts to wander. You never know where you’ll end up. LOL.

I don’t think this decision equates to such a massive life choice, but maybe it does. It depends on where it goes and who finds what with it.

 

I’ve rattled on enough. Like I said, I could go all day and then some.

But pull the thread, I’m open…

It can be a lot of fun just wandering through that noggin of yours. Give her a try.