Why yes, actually, I do hear voices.

I don't generally discuss matters of religion here. It's tough to avoid offending someone because most people, no matter what they do or don't believe, are pretty firm on it. Plus, I firmly believe that religion is between you and whatever you do or don't believe in.

I don't consider myself particularly religious, but I do consider myself to be among the faithful. I believe, wholeheartedly, that there is a foce bigger than myself out there. Maybe it isn't concious. Maybe it is. Call it God, Goddess, the Universe, The Flying Spaghetti Monster, The Universal Concience, it is a reality for me.

I also accept that for some, there is nothing out there but space. They may be right. Who am I to say otherwise?

The reason for this rambling, is that I was inspired again by Mrs Liv Lane this morning when she talked about how the Angels helped her to locate a lost item. She has been inspiring me a lot lately, I know, but I also think that I have needed the beauty that she posts each day.

I've been going through kind of a tough time. It's still not time to talk about it fully, but I am finding myself having to make some choices and they aren't easy. Someone once looked me in the eye and told me that I am a bitch when I am stressed, and she was right. I've noticed myself turning increasingly cranky and downright assholish over the last month or so. I am working to fix it. Trying to find the balance. Trying to listen to the voice in my head, which is screaming at me again.

I'm not sure if I have ever told the story of the time I needed guidance and got it. How I lay in bed one night unhappy in my job and relationship, wondering how I was going to pay the rent and a voice said to me "Everything is going to be okay"

They were. And when things start getting crazy, even now, 10+ years later, this carries me through.

I've reached out to that energy, that whatever you want to call it lately. Unlike Liv, I tend to ask for help when I feel desperate. (hm. kinda like how I handle physical issues. hmm)  Maybe I need to ask more often, maybe not, I have to do what is right for me.

This time I have asked, not for the answer, but for help getting back on the path I need to be on. And it's funny how quickly I felt redirected. I don't generally make wishes, I don't usually pray for THINGS I want (well, I pray for the light to stay green or for the rain to hold off for a moment if I just did my hair) Or at least I try not to because sometimes these things are answered in unexpected and uncomfortable ways.

But guidance. Even if it ultimately comes fom within and I am redirecting my own life, I'm not afraid to ask for that. That I was poked back into a different direction so quickly tells me I was right to ask.

That doesn't make it easy. That doesn't mean that I am not still conflicted or suffering moodswings so severe that I have pondered going to the Dr. I have friends who have worried that I am angry with them, my house is a mess, and I swing from elation to tears. I osscillate between motivation and apathy. I know this is not normal for me. I know that there's something wrong in my life that is so severe that I have moved beyond feeling overwhelmed, beyond not sleeping, to whatever it is that I have become.

I have a whole list of reasons why. I am doing my best to work through them. Until then, I'll do my best to not be an asshole. The people in my world don't deserve that.