Last night before finally falling asleep, I was struggling to rein in the thoughts running through my mind. I would get caught up in all of the negative "what if's" of my new living arrangement. A part of me feels like I made a mistake in saying yes to this place; that I said yes so that I could stop looking, not so much because I loved the place. In order to interrupt this, I would return to my "what would it feel like to be free" exercise and would allow all those thoughts to drop away. It's a good practice, but I had to keep returning to it. When I did get to sleep, I had really weird dreams. Not in a bad way, just weird. In one of them, my sister (who was an EMT at one point) was driving an ambulance to see me...she was both the driver and the paramedic, and I hadn't even called 911 or anything. She comes into whatever strange place I'm staying in and starts checking my vitals and things in front of other people that I don't even know. It seems my angels and guides were administering to me last night.
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