Of course I can. It's my blog. I can do anything I want.
Well you don't have to be snooty about it.
Sorry 'bout that. What I would like to admit to you is that sometimes I channel on my commute.
I channel a higher being. On my commute. To work.
Well that's not so shocking. You're creating a conversation between yourself and me, your reader, right here right now in italics. It's not exactly a stretch of the imagination to believe that you create other conversations with other beings in your head.
Whew. Glad to hear that. Because I thought I was off my rocker.
I didn't say you weren't nuts.
Right. Anyway, he looks like this:
Today I was stressing about getting rid of all the stuff I have in my house in order to become nimble and open to new possibilities. I am learning that it's a big job it is to sort through it and either use it, sell it, donate it or toss it. So I asked Mr. Miyagi about it.
In my mind's eye, I saw Mr. Miyagi take all my old journals that are only half filled and throw them in recycling.
I spoke back, They have blank pages?! That is soooo wasteful.
He looked at me and shrugged. Cluttering your house with them is better?
He's right though. I can't give my half-filled journals away with half the pages ripped out. But I can ignore my Waste-Not-Want-Not who cluttered up my apartment in the first place and just get rid of these journals, which will bring me one step closer to a freer, more nimble existence. Oh it just kills me to be wasteful. But, it kills me more to live with what I no longer need.
Then he showed me my favorite journal:
Then he said, When you find what you're looking for, you can let the rest go.