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Un-Doing 3.7.13

This is what I mean. Less than 24 hours ago I committed to a three day fast and even after a steak dinner (a last supper of sorts) my stomach is growling with anticipation during the early hours of the morning. Being reborn seems to come with a lot of self revelation that we aren't cognizant of during our initial birth from the womb. Nice to have that sort of beautiful ignorance about our own shortfalls and potential, wasn't it?!

So not all kinds of responsibilities accompany the fact that I have been given this (new) life. Since my past is littered with forgotten sagas and years that remain blank in my memory bank because they were more easily discarded than corrected, I am consciously looking backward at the un-doables. OK so I ate a big bowl of pasta, felt bloated and the carbalicious guilt that came along the next morning flooded me with a desire to make a change.

I am not sure if a three day cleanse of prune juice, apple juice, and water is the perfect answer, but testing my will to see if I can accomplish the completion of one short term commitment is exactly what I need.

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