Right on Time
They're not pretty.
 
I should have known.
 
Right on the heels of open palms in sunshine and monarchs emerging from chrysalides—come the gremlins.
 
They lie, First name / friend. And they're ugly.
 
They wait until you brush away the first feathery, sheer layer of deep sleep. Then, they start eagerly rattling your damn cage. 
 
I know, fellas, I know. I'm no good. I'm not worthy. Everyone's going to whisper behind my back: “We knew it would never work.” “Dummy.” “She'll never get there.” “Who does she think she is?” 
 
Sigh.
 
Let's review.
 
I'm a soft spirit with useful gifts. I'm a brave fighter with a ready belly-laugh. I get up, I do my very best, I try to be kind. I work hard. I have ideas for where I'd like to go. I'm imperfect, scrappy, curious, creative. I'm vulnerable. I'm strong.
 
I'm you, reading this. I'm every human who ever was.
 
Today, the gremlins and I read a few pages of The Slight Edge. (Fourth time through now? Fifth?) We did some yoga stretches. We adjusted the pricing on my new-for-22 website. (Pricing, you say? Cue gremlins: rattle rattle) We started on a new page for a package service—which, honestly, is made up of all the things I instinctively do with all of my clients, but now it will have a name. And a price. (Gremlins, hush! Seriously, dude.) We worked on the Intention Inventory for one of my other services, which got me thinking—again—about what abundance looks like for me, personally. And this song ran on repeat in my head:
 
 
How about you? Are you vulnerable today? Are the gremlins rattling your cage? What ways have you found to move with them through your day? (They don't have much power against the utterly disarming swell of choir-children's voices, I tell you what.)
 
And anyway, the gremlins are really just well-meaning protectors, working so hard (and so loudly) to steer us clear of possible pain or threat. I'm grateful for their efforts. We all need a little psychic security detail to keep us from the sketchy areas of town.
 
But I also know that growth—life, even—is messy, and often uncomfortable. And while I appreciate the vigilance, gremlins, I think we're going to be okay.
 

Meg

 
One of today's gremlins, post-One Voice Children's Choir:
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Meg Peery | Copywriter
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