A Time For Change, Letting Go

Kindred,

The time for change has come. I am not sure which way I will decide to direct my attention, but a decision will be made indirectly. Speaking directly, I have decided to back off on a family matter that I have permitted to occupy too much place and time in my life. Several balls are rolling on My Path requiring my attention. There's not better business than one's own, so here I go.

It is for me to learn, still, that I am better off letting go and letting God, take the controls. Damn it Folks, that's some tough navigating right there without control of the wheel's or stereo...

...maybe the A.C.? Maybe? No, and I know that I must relinquish control of my life and let God. I do not comprehend why it is so got damned difficult for me. Great Spirit!

I have been implanted with a device placed behind the titanium plate attached to the left side of my skull. This is where a device sends out messages to the satellites orbiting around us daily and nightly too. These pass over head and create maddening hearing problems and issues for me. So, in turn I send via the implant protruding from the left side of my skull, and originating from the before mentioned titanium plate, messages of hope and faith that some damned day soon, I'll know what it feels like to just let go. To just let go. And not even let the young pups, like yesterdays drama, trouble me.

In therapy today, I owned my part of the scandal and drama and I accept that I played and toyed with this young puppy, but dude's, I took up for myself. And, I have been on my period for a week now and the pup just picked the wrong day in my cycle to play word association games in public with me. Young Sir, my advantage is that I know your name's and you know I know that I repeated them several times during our controlled chaos and bark fest. I will not ever forget your name's, He-The-Social-Path-Po-Puppy. I reckon, we both learned lessons yesterday afternoon. I know I did. Seen?

These sounds and noises of the meniere's have been problematic since I woke this early morning. It is now a different date and time and I am still dealing with the sounds since morning. The same with the perspiration's and sweats, all damned day and night. It is amazing I haven't sweat myself a loss of weight, although I do say I have lost four point five pounds since the last at my primary physician.

Progress, is good. A time for change. Oui?