Shake Your Groove Thing

Shake your groove thing, shake your groove thing, yeah yeah. 

Show ’em how we do it now!

Hello there you incredibly beautiful, vibrant people!  I trust after my  “Brand Spanking New – Year” post, you’ve had an incredible week, commanding your world.  Am I right?  I certainly hope so!

It has been a FANTASTIC week for me.  And I mean that in the true sense of the word:

Merriam Webster defines the 14th century word, Fantastic as:

1 a: based on fantasy : not real b: conceived or seemingly conceived by unrestrained fancy c: so extreme as to challenge belief : unbelievable ; broadly : exceedingly large or great2: marked by extravagant fantasy or extreme individuality : eccentric3fantastic : excellent , superlative <a fantastic meal>

 

By fantastic – I mean definition “c” above:  My week was so extreme, as to challenge belief. 

Ya’d think that someone who wrote with such conviction about not ascribing to the whole worry and fear campaign sweeping our nation could go on from that and have a phenomenal week – one without drama or circumstance, wouldn’t ya?

The truth is, the drama was mostly within ME.  But hang on a minute with me here.  This story does have a point – and you’ll know why I’m saying to shake your groove thang in a bit. 

It’s not that I had such an unbelievable week.  I had a week of incredible extremes – emotionally. And no, I don’t mean the girly “Do I look fat in this dress?” or “Why don’t you ever tell me you love me?” type of emotional extremes.  Those are girly extremes. I guess I don’t DO girly.  No, for me it was emotional on that same level I warned about last week.  I was extremely worried in one moment, and on top of my game in the next, fearful the next, but happy and content most of the way through.  I woke up not just one morning, but a few mornings with a feeling of incredible fear of what might happen.  I had thoughts that somehow I was not good enough to be where I was financially or professionally, or whatever. That I didn’t deserve my reality, as good as it was, and perhaps the challenges I was facing were deserved, and life as I knew it was about to change.  Everything I thought about was the antithesis of my reality, and of my normal thought patterns. It was stupefying and ridiculous, I know. 

So why would I be singing “Shake Your Groove Thing,” you ask?

All I can say is the one thing I did NOT do was lose my grip on the sense that I am better than “all that.”  On the fact that I know I attract what I want, what I do, what I say, and what I am determined to be.  I really do.  I always have.  I have watched it happen time and time again in my life – almost as though I were watching stop action film footage of the events. 

I knew all along that no matter what I FEEL, I AM the one responsible for what my world has become.  I knew I just needed to continue to stay focused, to put it out there, and to TRULY know it to be true.  I needed to be strong and make things happen.

So when I was faced with my own final challenge this week I did it.  I pulled myself up by my boot straps.  I pumped my brain full of all the things I needed to be armed with.  I surrounded myself with influential people – who would remind me of how to think.  I put my armor on (in my case it was a hot little business suit) and I went in prepared, knowing that everyone involved would be fortunate if I chose to be involved. 

Things went so well – it was everything I could have asked, and more.  So, on Thursday – the day I normally write and send this blog off into cyberspace – I went from tenuous soldier to champion within a matter of hours.  But I tell ya – it feels good to be a champ. 

And THAT, my friends, is why I am saying to “Shake Your Groove Thing!” 

You are incredible. You are dynamic. And I am thankful for you and your thoughts. 

Have a FANTASTIC (And I don’t mean extreme – unless you want it that way) weekend everyone!

Love you people!  Mmmmmmppphuuuuuuhhhh!

xoxo,

Ms. Cheevious

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