Numbers

I run them, then do my own thing, following where instinct carries me – keeping an eye open as numbers shift all around me.

If I were completely linear, my life would be stuck in a groove. I would not take wild leaps of faith into the unknown. I would not be where I’ve arrived so far, here.

Applying money where the need is most pressing, such as attending psychology by getting us Starbuck’s drinks when self and kids were homeless – instead of pinching, scraping, and sniveling crazed over every penny – is key.

Recognizing bills of many kinds will always be important, but some are stagnant, and thus have flex built into them out of necessity, is helpful.

Observing nuance, learning how things work and flow together in larger to smaller schemes; watching how the tides shift and knowing that when they receed, they are sure to return again – just as the moon is currently bound to come closer to the earth – expands understanding.

Forces of nature are not still: they adapt and respond to pressures. Foragers do not kneel before predators – but fight and outmaneuver until they escape by wits and savvy.

I watch the numbers on the clock when I’m writing. I capture them for later perusal if/when I feel tapped out or desperate.

I ignore the negative messages and respond only to the good ones when I look up their meaning.

I don’t necessarily ascribe to any one belief system in any sect or definition of our reality.

There are relationships, and many are here to help us move forward, if we know how to tap into ourselves and best interpret them to assist meeting our needs.

We are the captains of our inner seas…