It is the second day of the new year and I am wondering where to go and what to do. It is the age-old dilemma, the horns of which poke at us incessantly. Well, we know the answer to the question, even if we think we don’t!

We will do what we always do and we will go where we always go. We are bound by rules!

Of course, they say that rules are made to be broken, but it is a simple fact that people are broken, not rules.

I broke a long time ago, but as the old commercial said, “I have taken a lickin’ but I keep on tickin’….

My expiration date is stamped on my foot and if I am still here when I expire, I will make history.

This is turning into a snarky essay. I am hitting just the right tone for someone that took a Zyrtec early in the evening and wondered why it didn’t make her sleepy.

Now I know. I had wildly crazy dreams. I got a treatment by a shaman that lasted a long time. Then I found myself in my kitchen cooking bacon. All of the pans were dirty and I had no paper towels and nothing to serve with the bacon. My late friend Jeanne pitched in and helped me. The bacon never got served.

When I woke up, I had an antihistamine hangover. Now I am sitting here in my robe thinking I need to wash my hair and go to the grocery.

I am a spiritual being having a human experience. I have no place to go and nothing to do.

Maybe now the theme of the essay is rearing its beautiful little head.

Being is the new doing. And I am gonna sit here until the Zyrtec wears off.

In the meantime, I wondering if I am qualified to play the Kevin Bacon game on the astral level.

Vicki Woodyard