I have been giving serious thought to what my slogan is now. In my twenties it would have been something trite like "Sex, Drugs, Rock-n-Roll, and more Drugs". My thirties can be summed up nicely, "Lost and can't find my way home". Ah, but I am now 45. What started out as a question in a friend's blog has been eating away at my over-analyzing brain. I am in a good place these days for the most part. I am now past the point of self-sabatoging and self-destructing when things are going well in my life. That was a huge part of my old pattern. Many of you will not understand the hard-wiring of a brain that has been imprinted with addiction. Soooo scared of success! Failure is easy, immediate gratification is the theme. We stop growing up and maturing the day we first picked up. No wonder why so many of us are still trying to grow up. Our peers own homes and have careers, families and even the much saught after white picket fence. We want to be terminally unique. Than one day something happens. The thrill is gone. Sounds simple, but that is what really happens. We want to wake up with money for a coffee and a pack of cigarettes. We realize that we haven't taken a trip to the ocean in eons. Tired of cutting our own hair to save money for The Man. Realizing that the man is driving a Lexus that we paid for as we sit at a bus stop. All the little epiphanies turn into one big epiphany. We want our parents to be happy to see us instead of looking through the peep hole wondering how much money we need. If you have lived this, you know all too well.
So I am still pondering my slogan. I'm think of To The Moon as that is where I am aiming, but that also reminds me of The Honeymooners, so I'm still thinking. Happy Saturday! Peace!