And it's been a year this month since I declared that I would lose 75 lbs. My progress? At first, I was the soul of commitment! Lost 38 lbs. Then I gained 10 back, and sitting in the freezer for the first time in 374 days is Ben and Jerry's Karamel Sutra.
My seedlings have dried up; the only things to have made it into the garden thus far are some beans, beets and basil. And I'm not even going to talk about my grand plan for getting way ahead on tasks at work, only to be doing a little bit of scrambling after all.
Do you see what I mean? What does all this say about me? Pop astrologers (versus the real deal) say Geminis are flighty; am I the embodiment of that? Am I hopelessly lazy? Is it self-sabotage, and if so, why? Fear of success and the further expectations that success would birth? What I do know is that every wheel that sinks deeper into the muck leads to some pretty intense self-judgment and depression, kind of a "what's the point?" mindset. I have plenty of inspiration all around me. Kim's blog is a testament to keeping at it, and not letting a slip become a downhill plunge from whence there's no return. Time spent with Cait reminds me of how profoundly important it is to celebrate and honor the creative spirit. Dawn's blog inevitably reawakens the desire to weave my life into a tapestry of sacred creativity. With so much inspiration, and the non-judgmental support of a loving partner, all that's lacking is my own determination to to power up the engine and get back on track.
So today I've lit my Brighid flame, not for my flamekeeping vigil, but to invoke the creative spark, to coax that flame into a roaring Fire of Goddess-directed passion and drive. I'll rev myself up out of the mud, recommit to writing, weight-loss (which is all about having the health for the rest of it!), and the goal of living a more local, sustainable Earth-centered life.