I’ve been having a serious bout of Crazy the last few days. You wanna know how Crazy?
Today I stopped at McDonald’s and got some french fries.
That may not seem like a very big deal, but I don’t know the last time I did that!!
Then on the way home today I stopped at the grocery store and got some thinly-sliced deli meats. Let me be clear here – I DON’T EAT DELI MEATS.
This is a case of the full-on Crazies.
Iyanla Vanzant often says that if you see Crazy walking down the street, you can choose to cross the street. Well for a couple of days I’ve been choosing to walk up to Crazy, introduce myself, take it by the hand, and go for a long walk along the river. There might even have been some making out at the end of the evening. CRAZY.
Here’s the interesting thing, though – this time around I KNOW that it’s Crazy. I’m not wandering around in a haze of bad behavior and beating myself up for being a lazy, undisciplined, bad person. I can see and name the Crazy.
I can walk up to the counter at McDonalds, order french fries, and say to myself while I’m doing it, “This is Crazy behavior. I’m not going to stop myself, but I’m aware that this is Crazy.”
The other good thing is that I’m surrounded by a tremendous amount of support as I look Crazy in the face. It’s times like this that I really appreciate how much love there is around me.
I may be Crazy for a few more days, but I’m not going to run away. And I’m not going to go to McDonald’s again.
But there ARE some deli meats calling my name.