…Fuck it. Or… Not today. Or no. Or… Whatever the hell you want…

I spent this intriguingly foggy, windy, thundering Cape Cod morning on the phone with the IRS. I enjoy fixing problems in the name of justification or right from wrong. I enjoy that fleeting feeling of Mama Bear-ness, the feeling of the fiery Lioness that I am.

So I found myself standing up to the Internal Revenue bully this morning… Which led to me dealing with an actual bully on the end of that phone call. He provided a challenging phone transaction, (human interaction), to say the least.

The phone call ended with Arthur from the IRS hanging up on me. Right after I pleaded, “Don’t hang up on me… you can’t hang up on me!”

Arthur hung up on me.

Although Arthur and I are not getting along, I feel great. Cause, why wouldn’t I?

Sometimes you just need to throw up your arms and say…

Fuck it.

Fuck it, Arthur. You can be as mean to me as you want. You can yell at me. You can do whatever you want. Do your thing. That has nothing to do with me. That’s your business. That’s your thing. I realize now that Arthur was only dealing with me the best way he knew how. That’s for him to deal with.

So… While Arthur makes the choice to come at me in a low vibration… I choose to do my thing. Which is – not giving a fuck about that sorta thing. And keeping my head in this higher vibration. Where the air feels nice and the music is groovy.

That’s my thing. That’s my business.

Arthur has nothing to do with me. So, I throw my arms up and say Fuck it, Arthur from the IRS. No… Not today… or whatever the hell I want. I won’t be knackered down by that polluted and unnecessary energy. I won’t let Arthur touch this little light o’ mine.

So my day moved forward. The music played. And so I turned up the volume in delight. But then my phone rang, and I turned it back down. It was my sister. Calling from a hospital. She was just waking up from a seizure that she’d had on Tuesday. Right after I’d last talked to her.

…Hours later and here I am. In the sun with my nephews. Laughing… Playing… Enjoying… Living…

Because even though this crazy day came with intense IRS bullying, a surprise phone call on my sisters health, and the task of putting out a 100 fires…

I choose to be okay. And remain here, in this higher vibration. No matter what’s going on. Because sometimes you just need to throw up your arms and say…

Fuck it, Arthur…

Or throw up your arms and say, I’m here for you. My heart is open. And… everything is okay.

There are ups and downs. Highs and lows. Rain and sun.

And it all comes with feeling all the feels. The heat and aggravation of dealing with Arthur. The concern and empathy, sadness and stress of my sisters health and sobriety. The nagging responsibility of being a parent to my sisters three boys.

I feel it. I feel all of it. I feel adrenaline, confusion, sadness as times.

My choice of remaining in this higher vibration of being OK does not mean I ignore and avoid the high tides of life. It is the opposite, actually.

I feel it all. But, I do not give myself to it all. I take it. I feel it. I live it. I accept it. I embrace it. And continue. To live. To thrive. To move forward from all the chaos.

Things can go wrong and get crazy.

But that’s not all of it. That’s not the whole picture. That’s not all there is. That’s not all I am. I am light. And I am okay. No matter what. I throw up my arms and embrace the day, and all of the tides it comes with.

Contribution to The Daily Post