Every now and then I wake up with an urgent need to change my life. This is waking up on the right side of the bed.
Leftover coffee sits in the french press. I pour it over ice and carry it to my altar, light my candles, hold my beads in my hand and say my prayers. I thank the forces that have always protected me. I feel a pit of something negative in my body that I've been carrying for as long as I can remember. Today it ends. It ends because I know it ends. It ends because I won't accept it any other way. I just pulled myself out of my own grave! Today it ends–and all the things attached to it.