Klowns in my Koffee

This was a day of changes in motion. The great 48-hour cleanse and detox is over. 50 Ways to Love Your Liver! My jeans are looser. I can see my feet more easier. And there's a possibility that this is the first time in years that I'm not dehydrated. Swim, brain, swim!

I'm working hard to wean myself from constantly checking my email. I receive maybe 5% of what I am used to and it seems very strange. I signed up for Twitter so now I can get random emails at all hours. It's sort of like Porkus, except that the emails aren't asking me to do someone else's work. And they are usually spelled correctly.

I did some transition and loss exercises recommended by the state Department of Employment and Economic Development. Yes, state-sanctioned touchy-feeliness. Group hugs for the masses. Still, I seem to feel better. I wrote out a lot of emotions, both positive and negative -- a little more skewed to the latter, frankly. At the completion, I realized it wasn't enough so I ripped up all the paper and ceremonially burned it in a frying pan. Fry, klowns! It lacked a little pomp and circumstance but it's just a little recipe that I like to call "Not S'more."
William Bridges, author of Managing Transitions: Making the Most of Change, says: "Change is external; Transition is internal." I'm starting to appreciate the difference.