Morning Thoughts

It's like I'm a train who's been sitting on the track for 27 years, trying to get going, but not really knowing how. And all these birds have perched all over my engine and I couldn't see. Now I'm starting to move. A lot of the birds have flown away, but some are still hanging on (Starving Carla vs True Carla ) and I keep being distracted by them. I just need to focus on my engine (so simple it seems), feel my momentum and go with it (True Carla)- those pesky birds don't need my attention anymore. They are remnants of how I used to live that I do not need. They are not the Real Me.