Just who do you think you are???

Last week has been horrible. Miserable, terrible, no good. I've eaten entirely too much junk food. I can't think of any "real" food I've had. Just junk, junk, junk.

Not surprisingly, I have been feeling like junk, junk, junk and announced to my husband a few days ago that I was going to start being like everyone else. I was going to become negative, neurotic, and all around no fun to be with. Normally, I'm the opposite. I think I'm one of the most optimistic people I know. I give support when needed, pep talks, lend an ear, and try to give good solid (positive) advice. Well, I was through with looking for the silver lining and I was going to become Eyeore. While I was at it, I was ready to spend too much time thinking about everything I don't have and everything I'm not.

So, I haven't told anyone else this stuff--I just unloaded on my husband. He's a lucky guy, huh? Truth is, in our relationship, he's the Eyeore. He's the one thinking that the sky is falling. Here's a newsflash if you are a pessimistic person--YOU ARE NO FUN TO HANG WITH. Here's another newsflash for you negative souls--IT IS EXHAUSTING BEING POSITIVE ALL THE FREAKING TIME. Seriously, it takes a lot of energy seeing crap all around you and remaining calm and upbeat.

Here's what's happening: God is sending me messages. Not crazy cat lady getting signs from above to go out and get me some more cats. But, I have had two people (that I don't know) tell me this week what positive energy I have. One person said to me today, "I just can tell you have a positive outlook. You give off good energy." The other person told me that me touch was great and had a lot of positive energy about me.

Also, I was chatting with my Marine nephew the other day online about tattoos. I was telling him what I would get if I was going to get one (I'm not going to, but I can still have a plan!). He said, "Well, you should get something with the universe because you're the Child of the Universe." I'd forgotten about that title. My dad gave me a first and middle name (neither of which are Cricket) because he said to him it meant, "Child of the Universe." Yes, he was kind of a hippie, but whatev. The point is that he just made up a name and thought that it had a good meaning and gave it to me when I was born.

Living up to being "Child of the Universe" can be exhausting, but it's worth it. I can have my cranky times, but deep down inside, I'm a happy, positive girl with good energy. That's what I know is true about me. God knows it too and that's why he sent me a few reminders.

Who are you and do you need to be reminded? Oh, and who you truly are has nothing to do with what you look like or what size you wear....it's who your soul is. Who are you?