I'm currently reading "Running with Scissors" by Augusten Burroughs. It's a strange little book, but I'm enjoying it.
One of things about the book that tickles me is the fact that the characters "bible-dip." A practice akin to using the bible as a crazy 8 ball.
The best bible-dip scenario is to have someone else open the bible up to a random page, then you, the person doing the "bible-dip," point your finger to a word on the open page. That word, whatever it is, is supposed to give you direction, put you on the right path, provide you with an answer.
Seeing as I fell asleep last night at 8:40 PM with this book on my chest and therefore did not get to my blog post, I’ve decided that I'll "bible-dip" this morning for today’s post's topic. The trouble is I don't have a bible, or if I do, it's still packed away in the garage somewhere, so instead I'm going to "book-dip." I'm going to dip into "Running with Scissors."
Here goes....drum roll please........."large enough." Huh, well that's not what I was hoping for, and I guess reveals a disadvantage of not using the bible, a book chock full of words like fortitude, awakening, and transgression.
No matter, I can make do with "large enough.” I'm looking at the phrase in the context of “expansive” and “abundance” (much more of a bible word, no?). Lately I've been in a funk. I've been cranky and somewhat negative and just not viewing my world as large enough to house all my needs and desires. I've been feeling as though certain activities are not conducive to certain others, like I have to get rid of certain things or change myself in some major way to make my world function and fit nicely together.
But it's not true, and “Running with Scissors” just told me so! Life is large enough. There is enough time, and space, and energy, and resources for me to get everything done that I want to do. If I feel it's worth doing, it can and will get done. I don't have to live in some small corner of life. It is large enough.
There. Not the best bible-dip ever, but I actually do feel better.
Why did I ever get rid of my Crazy 8 ball anyway? Or my mood ring?