Light, light, light...and birdies

Had my second coaching call this morning. Interestingly enough my coach mentioned she'd had a vision of me surrounded in light (and tweeting birdies) during a meditation she'd done upon awakening. I had, just the night before, done a meditation where I imagined myself surrounded in light. No birdies, though.

I don't know. Part of me feels the need to counteract the laying bare of what I feel are my dorkier emotions and actions by saying something along the lines of "Oh, what a bunch of New Age caca."

But really, that caca has helped me out a lot. And I have a lot of respect for the woman who is coaching me. And I feel like she's in my life for a reason and the coaching has come to me for a reason. I certainly am discovering that I spend a LOT of time telling myself how much I suck. But I don't really suck at all.

So I've got affirmations stuck up in my living room, bedroom, and bathroom. And I'm meditating more. And taking myself out on dates. Saturday I went with myself to the Episcopal church thrift shop and then ate some Vietnamese spring rolls and a big bowl of pho whilst reading the Utne Reader. The only bad side of the date was that I was wearing a shirt that was too low cut and it made me uncomfortable to be out with me.

Luckily I had a sweater.