I just love that word. Channeling! The verb. Chanel your energy to some psychedelic funk-a-tastic world. Channel your spirit. Channel your mind. CHANGE the DAMN CHANNEL!
Sometimes I channel Shakira. It comes in handy during Zumba grinding. Sometimes I channel Mayweather. That guy can throw a mean punch, but dude, you’ve gotta stop hitting your ladies. Sometimes I channel SpongeBob, Maya Angelou, Oprah (a broke Oprah), my mom, my dad, Betty White, Fred Flintstone, and sex-kitten, Dr. Ruth. Does that make me tri-polar?
Lately, I’ve been channeling more of myself. I feel that as I get older I’m okay with my imperfections and awesomeness. Everything that has happened in my life up to this point has shaped the person that I am today and I know that when I am older, still sexy, and insanely wiser, parts of who I am today will still be part of my life, but I will have changed even more. Folks, that’s cool. Although, it’s only cool when you’re progressing forward because if you’re constantly regressing and going back to old eating habits (yesterday I channeled Cookie Monster…what a disappointment), letting negative people come in and out of your life as they please, and constantly living in a stressful mindset, your channel (life) is going to lose color and purpose.
Just a few random thoughts!