Break-Ins

I was lying in bed all warm and cozy under my feather quilt wondering if writing in my head would have the same effect as actually getting up and writing. I decided not to risk it. I’ve got a heavy day in front of me and I need to be clear and focused. Sitting in a fog of unprocessed thoughts and a bag full of jumbled feelings wouldn’t serve me, my clients or my workshop participants in tonight’s journal writing workshop very well. Better to be a little tired than full of stuff stirring in my pot when I’m trying to help others get better perspective on what is stewing in their own lives. So here I am sitting in the recliner with my laptop writing about break-ins.

First there’s how I’m breaking into the morning with my “first thoughts”. Then there’s breaking into the New Year with my first writing on my blog. Tsk....tsks.... What the hell happened to the first 12 days and my desire to come here on a regular basis? I have been writing mind you – every day, in my journal, on-line with my writing partner, or within the context of my on-line and live classes. The only thing I haven’t been very faithful to is right here on this blog. So this morning, for the first time, in this New Year, I’m breaking into print on my blog with a very big desire to make this a more regular practice.

What I’m doing with all this talk about rather mild and pleasant break-ins is to ease myself into writing about the next break-in which is a not at all pleasant and is darn right pissing me off! I have two questions foremost in my mind. Who the hell does that kind of shit anyway and what the hell for? Grrr.....these are the kinds of things that leave me with a sour taste in my mouth. Violations like these make me wonder about the kind of people we’ve become in our society and where we are headed in the future.

It was 9:30 in the morning and I was making my way up to my office to meet with my first client. Half way up the stairs I saw that the door to the office was open and the light was on. I immediately thought my partner was still in there after having met with her first client. Wrong! I got to the door, shoved it open a little further and saw that the place was a shamble. Someone had broken in and mangled the joint.

The furniture had been shoved around. The garbage can was obviously used as a container for the thieves to load up with some of the loot they helped themselves to and the garbage itself was scattered all over the floor. The stereo, the remote, two boxes of CD’s containing about 60 or so of our best music, expensive instructional and motivational DVD movies, books, a laptop computer, a printer, power cords, a salt lamp, hangings on the walls, and we’re still not sure what the hell else – all of it gone! Likely sold on the street for $20 to $50.00 bucks for someone to get their next hit of heroine or crack cocaine.

Insurance? No. There is none. Who could afford it? The RCMP came and looked for finger prints but quickly eliminated the possibility after they determined the culprits were wearing gloves. They will keep an eye out on the streets for our stuff but basically it’s our loss and chances of seeing the stuff again is as likely as me taking a liking to mashed potatoes or a snow blizzard whipping up on a beach in Mexico. It could happen but it’s not too fricken likely! So, on with life we go; one day at a time, one step in front of the other. Breaking into a new reality for today – the art of letting go.