This morning I was talking to the “girl in the blue dress” who has not been wearing a blue dress lately. She was wearing blue jeans and a t-shirt again. Today she had an obstacle course in front of me and a whistle. She was my little drill seargent and she told me she was going to train me.
Before I go into this, I have decided that I shall refer to her from here forward as my imaginary friend. Kinda tired of people thinking I talk to demons. I have a great imagination, love fiction, fantasy, imagery, and creative coping skills. The girl in the blue dress and meditation is one of my coping skills.
So I started thinking, ya know, I never joined the military. Why? I have known I was an emotional train-wreck bipolar girl for quite some time. I did not think I could cut it! My sis, my son, my dad, my mom, all of them enlisted and made it through boot camp. I was like nope. There is no way I can do this! I remember my sister crying and I don’t really know how the military works, but they called my dad and he told them don’t let her go home. Today I was thinking maybe if I didn’t think I was a loser who couldn’t cut it, I’d have had some of that training and experience she and many of my friends have.
I don’t want this to sound like I think everyone needs to join the military, but in my life I have held myself back time and time again because of my bipolar emotions. Today my “imaginary friend” said you can do this girl. I have no idea what happens at boot camp, but she’s about to make me work!
I am on a mission to grow my website business, my blogs, and drive that yellow Corvette I keep talking about. Y’all may not get this but she said, “Yes girlie, you can cut it!”
