As a Girl Thinketh

I trust I am not the only person on the planet who has a little, sometimes big, voice in their head. Sometimes that voice has got me in the shit big time.  I know I'm not the only person who talks to herself.  So, is it a voice? or are they thoughts ?  I will leave that decision to you.   One of my biggest tools to overcome bad thoughts or negativity is to be grateful.  Gratitude is powerful.  I say to myself (yes there we go, say to myself) "Gaelene, get a grip, get over it, stop the pity party who do you think you are ?"  So, I find something to be grateful for.
We really do have a lot.  I don't care what it is, the roof over my head, my family, my food, the water coming out of my taps, the bloomin flushing toilet, there is something to be grateful for, always !

Sometime last year I decided to google the word Itch !  You know it cannot really be defined, it just is ! Itch is Itch and that is all there is to it.  But, I came upon a paper written by some fancy Professor of the London University about Behavioral Itch.  I Never heard of it before, there were several studies about it.  I got excited ! Some of it went click in my head and made sense to me.  Anything that makes sense to me I will pursue.  Like I pursued the vitamins and minerals I take cos the language of our cells is important.  Anyway, I began to wonder if my scratching was a behavior.  Maybe some of the itch was in my head.  Maybe I am scratching myself to pieces because it feels good, I have done it all my life, even hidden to do it, can't live without it etc.  That it may be a habit, was an avenue I had never taken before.  I tried everything else.

So, I swallowed my pride and began appointments with a Psychotherapist. It turned out to be a good choice. I can't say it stopped me scratching.  To an extent it helped.  I was empowered and comfortable with sharing the shit so to speak.  I have some of the best friends on the planet, but there is something about telling it to a stranger, knowing that's what they are there for.  It's kindof Free !
The amazing thing is that it was so easy and the past could not and did not hurt me.  Once again it is good to look back to see how far we have come I say.  My psychotherapist was incredible.  He knew the value of listening and possessed empathy.  In fact, he is no longer practicing but these days is my friend, how special is that.

Empathy...an interesting word !  In my personal dictionary it means ...to walk a mile in someone's else's shoes, cos the world isn't all about Me !

Let Go !

So, there I was one day at my sisters place in New Plymouth for a visit.  I went to the Taranaki Thermal hot pools, which are divine by the way I highly recommend them.  They clean the pool out after each use and it fills up with fresh water for you.  There I was lazing back in the pool listening to the music, on the wall was a verse, the writer anonymous.  I read it once and have never forgotten it. It said 'In the End what matters is - How well did you Live, How well did you Love,
and How well did you learn to let go !  The learn to let go bit hit me like a ton of bricks.  I decided there and then I must learn to Let Go.  Well, you can imagine what can of worms that opened !

In my plight to Let Go, I did some outrageous things which when I look back must of been funny for onlookers.  One day I was in town with Sarah Cooper, we were promoting our Nutrition and Wellness Products outside the pet shop.  This lady came along and began critising everything, saying things like "Oh you just need to eat Organic, you people make me cross blah blah blah."  So, I got my hackles up and said "Well do you know you have Lead in the lipstick you are wearing."  I couldn't help myself she was such a greeny.  She says "You dye your hair."  OMG that did it.  I saw red, and she knew it.  She went running across the road, I ran after her, I pulled my wig off and said "How can I dye my hair when I don't F...n have any."  Well the poor lady got such a shock, she ran to the meter maid and said, "did you see that she's bald and she chased me."  Then ran off down the road.  I had by that time collected myself and put my hair back on. The meter maid said to me "That was Great" and told me the lady was well known for being a trouble maker and I taught her a lesson.
Sarah was back at our stall almost peeing herself with laughter.

Here are some pics of some of my wigs.  Some serious ones ! and Some Fun ones !  I have had so much trouble getting these photo's placed, man it is hard work.  I don't know how to put them in the places I want, does anyone know how ?

Long Blonde

Red Head

I had to be a Cat !

And I got asked out on a date that night I was dressed as a Skeleton LOL

Bob Blonde

Short Blonde

Auburn

Brunette

I had to be Science Fiction

My Gorgeous Niece and I