Disgruntled

 The word is  disgruntled.

dis·grun·tled

[dis-gruhn-tld] adjective: displeased and discontented; sulky; peevish: Her disgruntled husband refused to join us. 

Ever felt it? Well, I’m there. I feel disgruntled. 

Life isn’t always fair and sometimes it can seem down right cruel but that is the time where you must smile the most. Yes, I just said that. You mustn’t allow the things that make you feel so — disgruntled steal your joy. Joy is a fruit of the spirit, to those who know how to harvest it, is a sacred thing within your inner-self and you need to protect it! Trust me, you will feel better. Smiling does wonders for the soul, smiles are great for relieving tension. The pulsations that you feel so strongly in your head will begin to subside. By smiling you’ll feel those ravines between your eyebrows begin to soften. Light will pour into your frame and most importantly, the muscles of your tongue will release. You may even find that you have less negative things to say about, you know, whatever it is that has you “disgruntled.”

Breathe my dear one because it is all going to be okay. 

Metaphorical Muscles

“My ideas grow strong within me. On Every seventh wave, and like a by-the-wind sailor I float on inspiration, and am carried to distant shores.”

There is always a beginning. But sometimes the task of figuring out where adventures begin is the hardest part and once you find yourself at the starting line, it can seem even harder choosing to run when the gun fires.

My Ideas grow strong within me. We must find where our story begins within ourselves first, and then we just go for it.  It all starts with step one and step one is the hardest or at least that’s what they say.  It’s like when you watch a baby take her first step. She spent days and weeks and months literally teaching her muscles how to function but once they do its never that hard again.  Then, before mum knows it, she’s running all over the place stealing shoes and painting beautiful murals on the walls with your favorite shade of red…and I digress.

So the real question must be this:  What muscle did/do you have to strengthen to take your first step? This is a bit of a metaphorical question because for me it was easily the muscle of belief. I had to learn how to give myself permission to believe - to trust.   Believe me, I’m still working that muscle out. It has been a great push to allow myself to believe and trust in the things I once perceived impossible to understand.  It’s a funny little paradox and a simple task, is it not?  Actually, it is but it sure doesn’t feel that way. When you've been thrown into the midst of life and its time for you to take that muscle for a run, it can be quite challenging.  Sometimes you may feel weak and it can even seem painful.  I know.   I feel that way at times.   But I think the challenge is what makes it so worth trying.  The truth is that if you continue to work out those metaphorical muscles, they will eventually become stronger and using them won’t ever be as hard again. 

Find your starting line and when you hear the gun fire. Run.