Stripped Bare.

There are days when I am wary of looking at myself in the mirror. Mornings actually. Followed by an entire day of slushing through.

It all starts with not knowing what to wear. Always. One mismatched outfit and I am scowling.

The days I match my accessories to my blouse, my shoes, my handbag are the days I feel like I own the world.

And yet, on those days and on a day like today. I'm still the same me.

I mean, I did all what James Altucher say I ought to do. I started off with my meditation, reading religious text, listing the people I am grateful for. It was a formula for success!

Except, it wasn't. I was up at 6:30 am and by 10 am I was scowling. Mad at Ryz for something he didn't do. And wanted to spend time on my own.

Me, who's conjoined at the hip with him on most days.

It felt strange. I felt strange. Like I was on some sort of a detox.

Except I'd been eating fine. And there were no food toxins to leave my body.

It was just the old fashioned toxins.

I haven't used my head and my heart in such close proximity in a while! Not since the life coaching certification.

I felt raw. Vulnerable today.

Exposed.

As if everyone could peer into my soul. Like I did this morning.

It's taken me hours to write. Hours.

Finally reading 10% of, "Choose Yourself", a concoction made of oatmeal and dates, and about 8 glasses of water later, I am here to write.

And to think this is Day 1.

A part of me wants to project 6 months into the future to figure out how I'll be. How sorted I will be.

And then I resist. I want to listen to myself and take the natural course.

Take in all that I feel, where I go with this and what's coming.

Deep exhale.

I've done 60-day juice fasts in the past. A 6-month overall cleanse should be fun.

This is going to be fun.