{"id":870,"date":"2013-02-01T18:05:02","date_gmt":"2013-02-01T22:05:02","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.gloriacrist.com\/blog\/?p=870"},"modified":"2013-02-01T18:05:02","modified_gmt":"2013-02-01T22:05:02","slug":"finding-mind","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.gloriacrist.com\/blog\/2013\/02\/finding-mind\/","title":{"rendered":"Finding Mind."},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a>\u00a0 My brain arrived in the mail yesterday.\u00a0 My daughter helped assemble all the parts.<\/p>\n

It looked bigger in the picture.<\/p>\n

I looked at my little brain-excited to have it proudly displayed on my desk.\u00a0 And then, a shout out from the kitchen.\u00a0 “Mom!”, as if the kitchen were miles away from my home office, “I just found a piece of your brain.”\u00a0 The door to my office flung open and there was my daughter holding a tiny tingler looking piece of flesh-toned colored plastic.\u00a0 It was my memory and spatial orientation.<\/p>\n

“I think you’re gonna need this.”<\/p>\n

She was right.\u00a0 Thankfully, all the other parts were solidly intact and ready to be disassembled and reassembled at will.<\/p>\n

If only it was that easy.<\/p>\n

I can tell you the exact times I was certain I was losing my mind.\u00a0 There have been many times when all the parts and pieces of my mind were certainly out of place. Try as I\u00a0 might, not unlike my little plastic brain- I just could not get some of the parts and pieces to work properly. Life was in the way.\u00a0 There was not proper fit-and no instruction manual for that matter.\u00a0 My brain was overloaded or under wraps-out of whack and certainly not firing neurons the way it should.\u00a0 My grey matter and white matter were failing to work together-all systemic fail at hand, as it was.\u00a0 Back then, I knew exactly what to do during those times of losing mind.\u00a0 I pushed my body.\u00a0 Just. Had. To. Keep. Moving.<\/p>\n

And that was the key.\u00a0 Get on the track. Run. Keep running, keep moving- for gosh sakes Gloria, just keep moving.\u00a0 Do something right.\u00a0 Brained.\u00a0 Or was it the left? Brained.\u00a0 If my mind\u00a0 wires were not firing-then I would do all I could to keep my body in the forward moving lane.\u00a0 I would pass Go.<\/p>\n

Again.<\/p>\n

And again.<\/p>\n

I was going to fake it-fool\u00a0 my mind if you will-until it got on the good foot and got out of the funk.\u00a0 And by gosh, by finding body-you can bet I was sure the mind was to follow.\u00a0 Funny how life will willingly give you every opportunity to prove something to yourself-and then some. Funny how sometimes you forget to listen and take in the lesson.<\/p>\n

I am a late bloomer.\u00a0 This I know.\u00a0 I might be an old soul-but I bloom late-and often- I am told.\u00a0 These days I am reinventing the bloom-and I am discovering late bloomers also find mind at the same time the old bloom falls away from the body and a bounty of new blooms are budding.\u00a0 The game of hide and seek has come full circle and I don’t feel the need to move as much-or as fast.\u00a0 I find that sitting with my mind-in it’s various stages of this that and the other have finally met at the same street corner of my body.\u00a0 The race is over-there is no tick tick tick tock.\u00a0 Time is not wasting away and I am not giving way to time.\u00a0 I am finding mine.\u00a0 I am finding mind.\u00a0 I am finding me.<\/p>\n

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