Clean Is Good
Things are getting interesting. Two days into the cleanse, and I’m really starting to feel the detoxification. I’ve hit several irritation walls today – these dense, anger-laden waves that tempt me to fall deep and reach for the Doritos. I love them. The walls, and the Doritos. But mostly the walls. Unless it’s nacho-flavored. Then, mostly the Doritos.
Pushing through creates the greatest of gifts. Twice today, I’ve connected with the very moment the shift occurs. That split second when my will brings me out of the dark spaces, and into the realm of gratitude. I know what this is – this dance I’m swirling around in. It’s a big, huge, beautiful release. I clearly have so much to feel, so much to let go of. . .and when I ask myself today – “Are you willing to allow the surrender?” I can honestly say – “Yes. I’m willing.” Which means tonight will be interesting.
First, I must go meet someone I’m not in the least bit keen on connecting with. A friend’s business partner, someone I’ve briefly corresponded with – enough so that I have a sour taste. I’m resisting this. Yet another wall I will gleefully barrel on through.
Then, it’s off to buy epson salts, grapefruit, and olive oil – the trio of ingredients needed for the liver cleanse I’m taking on tonight. I’ll have lots of alone time, and will be bonded to my bathroom in the AM. Following the painful yet cathartic release, I’ll dive into a super hot and sudsy bubble bath, then jet off to get my fingernails and feetsies pampered. Yes, just another glamorous night / morn in Las Vegas.
Man, my head is a woozy mess of toxins and dizzy spells. I need a cry, I need to scream into a pillow, and I need to keep drinkin’ this spicy magic brew. All the stuff I no longer wish to harbor is asking to be released. All I have to do is open the door.
