#282 - FORCE FOR GOOD

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Rosetti's The Bride

Today I made a breakthrough. As I was lamenting my wonderful life, I decided that I am going to be overwhelming positive, and nice, and sweet, and kind, and GENUINELY so, to people, EVEN IF IT KILLS ME. Because I would much rather die a good person than a bitter fuck up. Resentful of all the shitstirrers in my life. This does not mean that I become a doormat, but that I become a lighthouse - who sees it, it does not matter. What matters most is that I am strong, I am resilient, I am a force for good. I recognise all the good things about myself and harness that. To unleash the Christ.

And that means just allowing the person to come through. Persona means the note that sounds through - so the persona is the spirit that comes through. That makes so much sense.

I also made a partial recovery. After whining on about being so tired, I cooked a meal - rosti with chorizo - , folded the laundry, washed a new load and hung it out, chatted to Oisin, sorted the bathroom out. In fact Oisin said, I want a MomApp - someone who comes and does things for you. He also said that his friend did not know how to wash his own dishes or where the basking trays in his house were, that his friends didn't know how to get jobs and finally, that they tended to complain about climate change - especially the poor people, he said. When THEY are the ones who are most affected. Sometimes I look and Oisin and think, yeah that's a pretty bang up job I did there. I do tell him not to get cocky though. 

Today I did have to read the Riot Act to the class. The holding in Class Six is so tight that it is exhausting. At least I was prepared this time round. We are not here to be popular, we are here to get these children in shape. People think that Freedom is just letting things hang out, but really Freedom takes a lot of hard work.

The other thing that took place is of course the general collapse of the UK government. The entire Parliament, Judiciary and the PMO are at war with each other. And the monarchy is caught in the cross-fire. Serves her right, I say. God, what a fucking mess. Oisin has applied for his passport... which reminds me...

Right after a FB detour, I'm off to do Lesson Prep.

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