The problem with sorting & purging is that you have to look at and think about whatever is sorted and purged. Is it "coincidence" that on the monday morning after the very weekend I have so successfully sorted through and organized the last 16 years of cancer saturated medical history that I am once again feeling Zeus's winds of change blowing through my world?
Why did I have to open up Pandora's box? You couldn't just leave the pile alone, could you? It was all so nicely packed and just outside of my mind's awareness. . . .distracted by my amazing life here. . . . tucked away safe and sound. But now, the re-reading of this dark story forces me into action. . . .forces me to make a choice. . . . forces me into an inescapable forward momentum because I don't have the luxury of sitting around waiting for next month, or next year. Next year may never come! That's not hype and drama, that's my genetic reality!
This is what cancer does to me. . . .it rips through my complacent peace of mind like a friggin' thunder bolt. . . .wake up! It's time! Seize the friggin' day! It doesn't matter if you're tired, get your ass up! Find yourself! Figure out who you want to be, and just do it! Do it NOW!