I usually focus on new moons but today’s full moon is extra special.
The December Full Moon is often referred to as the Full Cold Moon or Moon of the Long Nights Moon. The Zuni Indians referred to this time of the year as “sun has traveled home to rest”. Today’s Full Moon is extra big and bright as it is the last SUPERMOON of 2017. A Supermoon is when the Full Moon happens at the same time as the Moon’s perigee (moon’s closest position to earth in the moons orbit) This combination results in the Moon being a bit bigger and brighter than other times.
Ok, Supermoon, here goes:
I let go of staying small.
I let go of excuses.
I let go of insignificance.
I cultivate taking up room.
I cultivate celebrating my super powers.
I cultivate abundance, like a boss.
I feel like I can run 10 miles
And then eat a cake, straight out of the singing bowl of Rage
Mind spouting obscenities
How did it come to this?
Why am I shooting off the mouth like a loose canon
spiraling through the atmosphere?
Where’s grace, goddamnit?
It’s about not being listened to
It’s about not being taken into account
It’s about blame
Doing it wrong
Get off –
FADE IN: woman and man.
She: I was in a Uber car, well, really Lyft but you get what I mean. Jamal, my driver, asked me what I do. I said nothing. No really, I said, “Nothing,” all nonchalant and shit. He took a second to understand, much like me, really, I mean who says that?
I said nothing. Ugh. What kind of despicable human, am I?
A week later, I’m at this yoga retreat and someone asked me again. I was just about to answer Nothing, when I stopped myself and took a gulp of my piping hot apple cider, burning my mouth. And I pretended I didn’t hear him, or maybe I pretended to react like I was still thinking about what we just talked about. I looked stupid, is all. Well, if I’m not sure what your intentions are, I’m going to blow you off.
I know damn well who I am. Why is it hard to say it, “Who me? Oh, sure, I’m an artist.” Or, “What do I do? I do greatness. I am greatness.”
Mohammed Ali would say “I’m the greatest,” so why can’t I?
So you have an idea? A new product you’re launching? Something you want to sell me?
That’s wonderful! Tell me all about it…
No, just kidding. I don’t actually care.
You see, I have this thing called a life. I woke up this morning with my own set of dreams and responsibilities.
I didn’t wake up and start looking for you.
You’re an interruption. A distraction, at best, from my momentary boredom.
In fact, at this point the only reason we’re still having this conversation is because I shifted it from you back to me.
I do that a lot.
I like me.
I’m literally my favorite person.
Which is kinda funny when you consider all the mean things I say about myself. I’m complicated, but that’s a longer discussion.
Would you like to have that discussion?
I guess not because you’re still talking.
Wait, what’s that you say?
Your idea could change my life? Your product is the best in its class and you started it in your garage?
Wow, you’re just like me!
I have ideas, too, you know?
And I’m going to get to them one of these days. I’m just soooooooo busy. And bored.
I like that we’re similar. I like that we want the same things. But you seem to have what I don’t, and that makes me sad.