Lately I feel like a walkin' target. You know, shameless pink and chaos black stripes? Concentric circles narrowing into the center, painted all over my forehead, just screamin, "Here I am - I got'cher bulls eye right here."

I can feel it. Something big is on it's way to me. Something even now taking aim and I can feel it, but I can't see where it's coming from.

This year, I don't know how I know, but I know it. This year is the year I will get what's coming to me. And it's huge. And it's already on it's way. I've got the perfect personality set up to allow for this type of delivery. I have faith and I surrender control with ease. I figure you put the two together and you've got idealism and powerful receptivity. Oh, I am a walkin' target.

Yea, I know targets can't always choose what they attract and I am fully aware that not only will shooting stars and lucky pennies be finding their way to me, but so might the flies, the predators and the dryer lint too. I'm as obvious as the black sheep, I am open as a yawn, I am the only light in the room and all winged creatures, some moths, some ladybugs, some dragonflies are insane for me.

All I can really to is try to influence which shots hold is by being prepared. By creating myself as the strongest dancer I've ever been and the healthiest raw foodist I've ever been and doing it in the most sustainable, non-obsessive manner I've ever employed. In other words, all I have to do is what makes me happy everyday. I don't have to even have a goal. Fifty years from now, I might not get the satisfaction of saying "I achieved what I set out to do." But I will get to say, "wow, my life has been a series of happy days."

Because I'm in this for the long run. It might take me the rest of my life to be the best dancer I've ever been. And I hope it does. That means I'll be dancing and getting better the rest of my life.

I'm a walkin' target and something great is trying to get at me. All I have to do is meet it half way.

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