Angels

"People see God every day, they just don't recognize him." - Pearl Bailey

I collect obsessions the way I collect lists and people to love- in abundance and without caring that I may have to let it or them go.

I haven't started collecting  figurines or anything but I’m currently obsessed with angels.

I've noticed that they are everywhere!  I hadn’t been looking closely but once my eyes were opened, once I realized that angels, God’s messengers, are everywhere- I became obsessed.  People say it all the time (that angels are everywhere) but I hadn’t really seen them.  Really seen them. 

I don’t mean I’ve had a visitation or anything like that.  I’m only saying- I KNOW I’VE SEEN ANGELS IN ACTION.

After I saw, I began to hunt.

Today I’m wondering if I should keep my angel hunts going or if I’m supposed to allow the angels to reveal themselves. 

My obsession began after there was one revelation of an angelic being followed by several more(I'll tell you later- I promise)on three consecutive days… now I’m always looking; hunting.  When I smell a good deed my eyes open wider.  Is that an angel or a regular do gooder?

Hmmm...

Angel hunting is exhausting but it puts a whole new spin on people watching and observation.  Get into it if you dare.

Dear God, Thank you for everything.  Thank you for angels.  Your child, Metch

What?  Is my brief thank you note to God too much?  Your answer to that isn't  important... what I really want to know is- have you ever seen an angel?

Obsessed

As you may already know- I'm fascinated by all things good and all things Adele.  I've been obsessed with this video for a while now.  I watch it whenever I have a moment to spare(at least three times in a row to boot).  Will I ever stop watching it?  NO!  This is footage for study.

Simple.  Powerful.  Full.  Truthful.  Beautiful.





Um...you didn't ask but yes, I found earrings that look just like the ones she's wearing.

Distraction

I love lists.

The to do list, the places I want to go list, the people I want to meet list, the actors I'd like to kiss list, the things I would like to accomplish list, the places where I want to live/own homes list, the list of ultimate goals, the list of skills I'd like to acquire, the list of roles I'd like to play, the list of relationships to mend, the people I want to work with list(that shouldn't even be a list because I will work with anyone and for food), the list of potential names for my dog child, the list of people to uplift, the list of journeys I'd like to take, the list of things I want in place when I die, the reading list, the list of must-haves for the men I date, the list of movies I need to see or add to my netflix queue, the list of things I say I don't want but secretly do want, the list of jokes I can tell in awkward situations(I have nada on that list- I'll take any suggestions you have), the list of lists I want to make…

This morning I was walking down the street and I was going over two lists in my head. The list of things I am currently obsessed with and the list of things I've always been obsessed with...I was so focused on the duo that I stepped in shit...

Immediately my brain began creating the what I was doing each time I stepped in shit list. The list quickly veered from the literal...

Fabulous.

Why I’ve Never Tried Crack, Cocaine, Heroine, Meth…

In addition to the fact that drugs kill, I have an addictive personality.

I can develop an obsession in seconds. This is a flaw and an asset.

MinDog just put me on restriction. She said, "when you find a thing you like you become obsessed and I can't take it right now. You are killing me." In response to that(in my head) I asked, "but am I killing you softly?" I couldn't say it out loud because we were having a very serious conversation about my addictive-obsessive nature and I was pretending to take it all in as I secretly pondered how I could possibly get this restriction lifted.

At first I was only allowed 2, but like a true addict I whimpered and whined about how 2 may not be enough and how unfair she was being and how could she do this to me and she was only thinking about herself and has she no feelings, no sympathy, no heart? I was dead serious too. If you give me rice I might admit that we are both a little dramatic…at times. She is always dying or being killed and I am always giving Lady M- out damn'd spot! Out, I say or Macbeth himself for that matter- is this a dagger which I see before me…

Like a good friend and partner in fake crimes she gave into my addictive tendency.

I am now allowed to contact her at most 3 times a day about anything blog related. My contact can take any form I wish but I only get 3 opportunities for contact about the blog and its future per day. She was very clear about this.

Has she no heart? This blog is serious business. I am living out front here...

Restriction and I are enemies; I wonder how this is going to work.