Every now and then a gem turns up in your email inbox that resonates with you. I don't know about inner peace, but I'm constantly berating myself for not finishing things. (Btw, this is either Australian in origin, or Australianised, because she mentions 'Tim Tams") :

"I am passing this on to you because it definitely worked for me and we all could use more calm in our lives.

By following the simple advice I heard on a Dr.Phil show, I have finally found inner peace.

Dr. Phil proclaimed the way to achieve inner peace is to finish all the things you have started.

So I looked around my house to see things I started and hadn't finished; and, before leaving the house this morning, I finished off a bottle of Merlot, a bottle of Cardonay , a bole of Baileys, a butle of Kehuha, a pockage of Tim Toms , tha mainder of bot Prozic and Valum scriptins, the res of the Chesescke, some saltins an a baxa cholates.

Yu haf no idr who gud I fel.

*Peas sen dis orn to dem yu fee ar in ned ov inr pece "

Yes. This all resonates with me.. just a bit! On top of my *fine print conditions dictating when I will be ready to begin my 2007 Resolution I am using the sheer injustice of having family members give me chocolates I don't like! as a damn good reason to acquire then finish off 2 blocks of chocolate all by myself. I have also not stinted in my sociable consumption of wine with dinner each night.. to the point where we now have about half a bottle left!

I am sure by the time the wine and chocolate are finished I will have "reached a very special place... spiritually, ecumenically, grammatically..."** I will have finished off all these unfinished things, I will be BETTER!, and I will be ready to exercise again, and I promise I won't start on anything scrumptious and delicious and full of feel-good endorphins [*sob*] that I will need to finish off!

Am I better yet? Hard to say, without jinxing myself, and I am not sure now when to test my luck lung capacity. Marc is getting antsy about how we all need to go bike riding. I am crawling my own personal walls of frustration with it all. I loathe not being active, yet all those weeks of trying to push through this bloody coughing didn't work. Last night I announced (thought) to myself "By gosh, I think I am feeling better..".. then within minutes proceeded to have the worst coughing fits of this whole bloody drawn out saga. To say I am cautious would be an understatement. To say that I can all but feel myself stacking on more kilos, and busting out of my clothes, would also be an understatement.

While I ponder this dilemma.. pass me the Caramello will you please... I need to finish it off.
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** Captain Jack Sparrow in PotC.

Labels: classic, introspection, sick