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Messages from an oracle? I recently finished a biography of Phillip K. Dick, and I realized we are rather alike in some areas. Part of me wants to believe he passed into me, as he died right around the time I was born, so I decided to try seeing what the I Ching could advise for me. Guess what I got? First casting, I got Exhaustion (#47) and The Art of Life (#52). Exhaustion is fairly self-explantory, it calls for a rest of the creative projects and a period to relax to regain creative flow. The Art of Life explains that you don't need material gains to be happy. Happiness should come from within as a result of working with the world. So, in short, I think I'm being told to chill out and just learn to be. I'm very bad that, just being. I always feel like I should be doing, not sitting back. Right now, I'm feeling especially guilty for not doing something this first year out. So, I'm starting to push myself to get some work done, submissions started, books planned, etc. Maybe it is right though; I haven't been feeling really creative or even interested enough to think ideas out. Maybe I just need to relax. Keep in mind, I got this as an answer to my question about whether to run to California right now or try to stay in sales. Not a good decisive answer, but relaxing and meditating might point me in some better direction. Right now, I've probably got too many ideas and dreams to have any set direction anyway. I've also got a lovely bruise. I've been meaning to take a pic of it for you, but I probably won't get around to it because I have no time, thanks to a dayjob. (Now, I see why most normal people are constantly exhauted, and I really have NO idea how middle aged women combine a career with motherhood without collapsing. I know I couldn't do it. The dog barely gets enough attention/excerise as it stands right now.) Anyway, its super huge, about the size of a dollar bill (no, really!) on my right cheek just above the crack. I got it falling down Dan's steps Wednesday morning. I screamed my brains out, and he begged me to come inside, but I wouldn't. He was naked, so it took him awhile to get outside, by which time I was okay enough to leave. He wouldn't let me without checking me out, so I let him, and we found the HUGE dark purple bruise. After seeing that, I was amazed I didn't break my tailbone. I guess it was God's way of telling me to be thankful for having a big butt, because if I was skinny it would have done a lot more damage. I can't blame it on the aliens though, which stinks, this time it was my own damn fault. Nothing much else going on. Just working on a submission and playing video games. My period started today so I'm enjoying all that. Oh yeah, hooray for cramps! I'm also out of lunch money for the next week as the rest of it will have to be spent on supplies. Joy. Maybe I'll have enough to buy a small copy of the I Ching at the used bookstore I found up the street from work. Let's hope so. Daphne |