Class Dismissed

She never really saw how isolated she 

had allowed herself to become, 

until she was forced into a situation where she 

was surrounded by a bunch of people. 

She felt as though she was back in school

all over again. 

There was lunch tables, and cliques everywhere 

she went. 

There was the

 gangs or 'punks' as she liked to label them.

There was

 the burnouts or druggies,

 

the gossipers and religious types, 

the give peace a chance peeps, 

and of course

the loud and obnoxious group. 

Then on the flipside,

 there was the solitudes

and skepticals..

The overly protective types.

However,

She wasn't any of these, but she could be 

with the right mask. 

She had been them all

 in this lifetime of hers. 

But to this day, 

none of these masks felt like home 

to her. 

She couldn't stay long enough in any of them.

She always felt as though she was forcing herself 

into a mold that didn't resonate with the truth of 

who she really was. 

She thought about something... 

If she was in this school..

and she was learning a lot about all these 

different types. 

How did she fit in?

She didn't.

She was the chameleon. 

The Karma Chameleon!

Maybe.

Just maybe, 

In this lifetime,

 it was time for her to graduate from this illusion.

The illusion that she needed to be 

someone she was not. 

All because she believed that being who she was 

had no place on this earth.

Talk about a limited mindset!

But so with this revelation, what would she do?

Would she continue to stay in this school

out of fear of being left out in the cold all alone?

Or

would she follow her true needs and desires?

But what were those?

She came back into her body and asked herself

what was it that she loved to do

every single day. 

Out of all the times she had lost 

all her 'stuff', 

What was the one thing she always turned to

in order to elevate herself back to 

the vibration of her self love?

Her Journal, 

her coffee,

her music,

her art,

her blogs,

her astrology chart reading videos. 

Her hiking and out door adventures,

her amazement in nature and photography of it.

She realized that no matter what would go down 

in her life, 

these things would stay consistent. 

But then she wondered, 

If this is where she had consistency, 

where could she plug into in order to share it?

Was that where she had a false belief though?

Did she really need to plug in somewhere in order 

to share her joys from living?

Or

Was there a totally different existence 

that she wasn't allowing in 

all because she had believed so much in 

that false illusion as the 

"only way"?!?

Thus, she was still 

trying to fit everything into that specific mold.

Perhaps, It was time for a change.

A once in a lifetime change.

Would she be brave enough to do it? 

To be continued...