Anemia, grade II diastolic dysfunction, low vitamin D, lung issues that my pulmonologist has only begun to get to the bottom of, increasing BP that we've yet to find a cause of, and I won't even begin to list the plethora of symptoms plaguing my days. The very LAST thing I need is someone willing to turn just about anything into a debate. And I don't mean that something is said and someone has to defend themselves in any way. Nor am I referring to the act of simply stating a different opinion of something. I'm talking about the ART of argument... for argument's sake. I just don't understand this at all, and it's wrecking my peace of mind. That has to stop. Soon.
I don't even attempt to participate in this BS. And while it's glaringly apparent that these types of arguments serve NO purpose at all, T insists on embarking on the contrary.
Word to the wise---develop discernment with regards to what is going on in these circumstances. I've decided to pick my battles and completely ignore anything that harms me. This will be MUCH easier once into the new house, as I will have my own office/room separate from the combined living areas that people can't really expect to avoid one another. I intend on making that room my own personal sanctuary, a place to decompress. The sunroom will become the same. I intend to make sure those environments are conducive to good health, peace of mind, and a place where I can work on shaking off the negativity that surrounds the situation. And yes, of course this absolutely possible. Not only possible, but necessary!
My dreams of late point to this necessity for positive vibes, healing vibes, hopeful vibes. My subconscious and conscious are in-sync and connecting the dots on a daily basis. Moment by moment more information is revealed, leaving me to understand how extremely important it is to my health, my LIFE that I protect myself from these external and harmful interactions. You'd think I would have learned about this by now, right?
Dreams. They reveal much if we pay attention to the message. I know mine reveal quite a bit. It's a combination of the imagery, an almost-metaphor-like movie playing out in my mind as I sleep, revealing what actually IS. Sometimes the message is grim. But honestly, most of the time the message is one of HOPE. I understand this on a deep level, despite the unsettling way it unfolds as I sit in the theater of my mind.
No matter if my first reaction is to just allow myself to be baffled by it all, dreams being what they are. I still possess the capacity for allowing the message to come right through. And I'm more than okay with that, even if the message isn't exactly comfortable. Hell, if it weren't comfortable it would be easier to recognize and face in the light of day!
I don't allow myself to dwell during the day, so I'm pretty sure what plays out at night is that which I won't address during the day. Yeah, yeah... that's a 'duh' statement, but it still needs to be said.
What do I do with this information? I've not one single clue, folks. Not one. Assuming my subconscious still knows more than my mind is willing to see, I guess it's just a matter of time when I'm shown what to do with it all.
Until then.... Please pass the popcorn!
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