Gianna's Droppings

It's summer but I'm slipping, missed the mark and now it's killing me. I don't know what to do  with myself anymore. I've spent every night doing yoga on the floor,  because I'm trying to be mindful; Clear my thoughts and make my mind up  about staying clean or taking a shower or at which hour to lay down to go to sleep. That's just what I do every day of the week.  I thought I would be kissing, and we had fun but now I have to figure it  out.  I could've sworn that I once knew how to write a list of to-dos but now my yoga, it's not working,  and I tell ya, I'm sick of jerking  off. It makes me cry to even try, so I just lay there for while while you're working it. I've always hated my smile, is it working yet? What do you do when you're finished with everything else? When you've walked around, made a plan, read the books that line the shelves? I know it isn't up to me, but god, I'm really freaking  out. What do I do now? ...

The kitchen is the heart of the home, and so, before I leave to roam, I wash the dishes in the sink. My inanimate mind shrink.  Keeping things tidy is good for the heart,  like a glass of red wine, or dark chocolate, or looking at fine art. Nice and clean. You know what I mean? The name of the game is alleviation-- the tightness in my chest, my mind's nervous creations --  If you are your home, and your home is you, it becomes more obvious as to what you should do. Let's say at work, you're having trouble making tips. Well, money is liquid, let it rain from your lips. Its nickname isn't "porcelain throne" for nothing, Imagine abundance suited for a king.  Money is everywhere, and it's easy to come by, if you know where to look and how to open your eyes.  Cleaniness is wealthiness: It's up to you to manifest.