Ouimzie

Much happened since my last blog, back in November. At the time, introspection seemed rather more in the way of things. I had put it aside for a little while so I could actively experience life without reflecting on it. At times, I lost my bearings, but I also discovered that I was much better equipped than I thought. In fact, my instincts were quit sharp.

I constantly forced myself out of my comfort zone. I made a point at deliberately choosing the route which unsettled me the most. I met people, went places and enjoyed activities new to me. I involved and uninvolved myself from fantasy relationships, losing virtual feathers but gaining real insight. I made friends, buddies, acquaintances.

Was the pasture greener on the other of the fence? Not really, just a little different.

Not unlike pendulum movements, I was bond to experiment the extremes of either side before I could find a balance, a rhythm where all facets of my life could be intertwined and fluid. Have I achieved that? Of course not, this is the work of a life time. But I think I got glimpses of it.

This was also the longest period I went through without reaching out to John for coaching. I wanted to test myself. I had to make sure I could move forward of my own accord and seek guidance only when facing unusual ordeals. It all went well, that is, until I hit a wall, but that’s another story.

There was a program I used to watch when I was young. The main character was a cool little puppet girl with blue antlers called Ouimzie. Her friend, in an attempt at being - just like her - had glued herself some antlers. The moral of the story was, of course, that the little girl was just as good in her own ways. We all know that it usually isn’t true. For the longest time I wondered if I would become the hero of my own life or if that role would be held by someone other than me. Well, I might not be Ouimzie, I might never get to be Ouimzie, but being me is not bad at all.