So, I think I’ve misplaced my mojo. I put it down somewhere last week, and I can’t seem to remember where. I’ve retraced my steps and looked in all the usual places, but honestly, it is nowhere to be found. I think it actually might have run away from me.
It’s a tricky little thing, my mojo. It’s pretty much invisible (which makes it REALLY hard to find), but it’s basically what keeps me going throughout my day. Sometimes I carry it in my back pocket; sometimes it’s on a chain around my neck; sometimes I tuck it behind my ear. But I really try hard not to put it down ‘cause when I do, it’s always so frickin’ hard to find it again.
Stupid elusive mojo.
Now before I confuse anyone, I’m not talking about my Austin Powers sexual mojo. I’m talking about my every day, “I’ve got my shit together – look out!” mojo. It’s that feeling when I know I’m 100% on top of things. That confidence in knowing that I can handle any situation with grace and ease. That knowledge that everything is running perfectly, like clockwork.
Sometimes I don’t even know I’ve lost it. I just carry on in my life, truckin’ along with the cruise control on. But as soon as I get that feeling where I can’t quite find the word I’m looking for, or when I stop dead in my tracks after entering a room ‘cause I can’t remember why I was heading there in the first place, I know – I’m toast.
So where the frick does my mojo go? Doesn’t it know we don’t have time for this??? Yes, it would be lovely if we could take vacations whenever we wanted. And naturally I would much prefer to just kick back with a good book and ignore all the appointments and meeting and responsibilities (and dirty dishes).
But no, off my mojo goes…and quite often I end up finding it swinging in a lone hammock somewhere on a deserted tropical beach, dozing slightly while a refreshing breeze glides past.
Lucky frickin’ mojo.
Y’know, maybe my mojo is on to something? Maybe it’s not a fan of going full force all the time; maybe it needs some time to refuel and re-energize.
I don’t think I’m a fan of going full force all the time; I think maybe I need some time to refuel and re-energize. Where’s my freakin’ hammock?!?
Maybe my mojo isn’t actually running away from me. Maybe it’s leading me somewhere. Maybe I don’t control my mojo so much as it takes care of me. Maybe it’s actually pissed off ‘cause I don’t tend to listen to it and so it decides that the only way I’ll actually wake up and pay attention is if it runs away.
Huh. Guess it’s time to go buy a hammock.