After finally dragging myself upstairs for a 5-minute workout, I took a deep breath of relief and the words, “Attitude is everything” popped into mind (soul talk comes at the strangest moments).

Magpie-mind had been berating me all morning to get upstairs and jump around – “you lazy, lazy girl!”

I even refused to do what I wanted to do because I couldn’t bear to toe the magpie line. It just pissed me off being run around by that noisy bird.

But the bullying stopped within one minute of running in place. There was absolute silence by the time I was mid down-dog yoga stretch and full complete out-of-body release during the post-activity sitting meditation.

Not 10 minutes later I’m rinsed clean within and without. Almost apologetically, I asked my soul to spur me to easy morning activity in the future, so to avoid harassment by the guilt factory built so large and imposing smack in the middle of my psyche.

Attitude is everything, yes, but Guilt is my go-to god’s dog, I even wrote a poem about it, mixing metaphors because man and animal are the same biotic essence, with man’s “thinking” function being a special attribute of consciousness that allows Nature to consider itself, thus “con-ceiving” anew, with unique generativity.

I’ll share that poem next time, but the guilt dog within is a foundational aspect of my psyche I have yet to evict from my property. It’s even a beloved bossy-dog, eager-eyed and oh so willing to please. It’s quick and vibrant and totally expectant of the reward that comes from minding its constancy.

“See?” my guilt dog says, “I really do know what’s best for us. Just listen to me. I’m never wrong. You do what you want until it’s time to be somewhere and I’ll be right at your side, yapping and reminding you that you have to do or say something. Right? OK? Right?”

He is right – to a point. More on that later.

Until then, Guilty and I have an interview to do.

See you later.