leslieism

Going to the bar is like being on an episode of “The Bachelor”, except with way more drunk sluts…….and trying to find “love” in 4 hours, instead of a whole “season”.

We all have a “hot mess” driving around looking for us, twenty four hours a day, that hot mess searches.  Keifer Sutherland is for sure not driving the hot mess train, intercity transit bus, taxi, limo, bob sled….whatever your hot mess ride is…it is not being driven by Mr. 24, more likely a “carni” with a suspended license.  The truth is, our hot mess is being driven by the little devil that sits on your left shoulder pretending to poke the angel sitting on your right shoulder; the angel saying, “Don’t touch me” and the devil saying, “I’m not touching you and I can keep my finger right here if I want”.

Well, my little devil rolled up in a 69′ baby blue mustang, awhile ago, not quite sure how or when exactly it happened….but I got in the drivers seat. I justified my actions by saying it was better if I was driving then my little bastard devil.  I put on my cool, shell station sunglasses, turned up Nicki Minaj and drove….fast.

Getting quickly to the point, I blew my engine……just like I did 11 years ago, when I was partying heavily and I thought that when the oil light came on…I had 30 more miles…like the gas light.  I played my music so loudly I couldn’t even hear the roaring coming from my engine.

So yeah, my metaphorical engine is blown….hot mess complete.  Damn it!  

I have my work cut out for me this year; I’m questioning my integrity and that does not please me.  Time for me to form a new game plan,  get rid of any negativity and/or chaos I have let move in and refocus.  I need to tell my ego to take a hike and shift my energy….this is where I insert, “You should watch, The Shift, with Dr. Wayne Dyer”.

I must be clear however, it is perfectly okay for me to drive a hot rod…..I just need to pay attention…and be humble enough to drive an electric blue, Dodge Neon…..with a grateful smile.