Hopefully, everyone knows about a walkabout. In Aboriginal cultures, it is a rite of passage. Most of us probably learned about walkabouts thanks to Crocodile Dundee back in the 80’s.
I have been using my own version of a walkabout as a form of therapy if you will. See, when I get upset or stressed, I want to run away. Literally. A walkabout (or runabout) gives me that feeling of flight, but it is just for about 30 minutes, not forever.
Walkabouts also give me something else to focus on instead of whatever upset me. Then I can process the situation and come out the other side not quite so anxious.
So how does it work?
First, you are going to use Pandora (or Spotify, or something similar) and set it to shuffle. You are talking to the Universe. If you use a playlist, then it is a prescribed conversation. That isn’t the goal here. The goal is advice and not the same old buzz that is always in your ear. Second, you will walk or run probably depending on what songs pop up. For example, today I planned to walk but ended up running thanks to the songs that played.
Begin by asking a question. As my Nike + app counted down 3-2-1, I asked the important first question: how are we (my family) going to get through this period of really awkward transition? We have made it for two months. The next month is going to be even more difficult.
Songs 1-3 represent the heart of the matter or situation.
- Be Good Johnny, Men at Work
- Box #10, Jim Croce
- Shakin’ All Over, The Guess Who?
After listening to the songs (#2 made me cry hard), basically, I am way too caught up in what the world will think. And more importantly, my family. I know what they think. They are scared (like me) but they are all proud of my perseverance. I have always found the needle of hope in the proverbial haystack. Sometimes it just takes a little longer. You have to accept you’re going to get a lot of “just hay” in the process of searching for that needle.
Songs 4-6 are usually about power and influence, but I shook things up by asking a question. I didn’t mean to, but the Universe reminded me that we were having a conversation, not a lecture. I had asked: so how do I stop that worry? I have been trying really hard to have faith and give it to God. This worry is very illogical. Being illogical drives me nuts.
The Universe’s answer, Baby I’m-A Want You by Bread. What? A song about choosing who you love? What does this have to do with my question?
“You’re the only one I care enough to hurt about.” I feel that way about the big boob at home. This struggle HAS brought John and me closer together. I hear you Universe. The love of family has come up in other readings too. So my family will help me stop the worry. Got it.
As the song was ending, I asked, so what else can I do? Because John has been saying these things to me for 28 years. I know love can conquer the toughest circumstances. This isn’t new information. Give me something else.
The next song was She’s My Kind of Rain by Tim McGraw. Seriously?!? More love songs? Similar message as the last song at first listen. So what am I missing?
So I listen more closely. Bread’s song was about choosing someone to love, but Tim McGraw’s song is about worshipping them. JGB doesn’t worship anyone, does he? First, let’s not say worship. I mean someone who would sacrifice anything/everything for the person they love. I have spent many years “beating him up” for certain times he wasn’t there enough, but was I looking at the bigger picture? Have I been this stubborn and stupid for this long? The Universe is saying yes. He has been giving me his all for a long time, and maybe the problem is that I’ve never recognized it. Alright, alright. I will have to figure out a way to show him that I get it, finally.
After 2 love songs, I was certain that the Universe was going to beat me in the head with a third, but she didn’t. That las a-ha must have cemented my freedom from love songs.
Falling by Florence and the Machine was next. Florence always holds the deep down answers for me. She often slaps me in the face, but I still love her. This time was no different. This song almost feels like an anthem for the last few months. As I listen longer, I realize I have been actively (and subconsciously) knocking myself off of pedestals for a long time. It is stressful being on a pedestal. You have to perform to an expectation, and often don’t have a say in the expectation. I love to exceed expectations but I would like to have more say in what they are. The worst pedestal, my own. But guess what, I’m down. As Florence says, the fall is freeing and the initial impact is what hurts. But I’m no longer up there. It can’t hurt like that again. I’m out of the caterpillar heap. I can set fresh expectations.
Songs 7-8 are about my power in the situation.
7. Senorita, Justin Timberlake
8. Waka Waka, Shakira
Both of these songs are in my running playlist on iTunes. They represent strength, especially inner strength and personal faith, as well as respect.
Song 9 is always the outcome. Someone out there really wants to hire me. I am a perfect fit. I just have to find them. When I do, “if I can’t have you I don’t want nobody baby.” (Yvonne Elliman)
Usually, by song 9 I have made it home but today’s songs were shorter than usual. Song 10 was a bonus. It was like the Universe asked me a question for a change.
Universe: I get the last month has been a serious blow to your ego. But if you strip away the financial fears, how do you really feel?
Me: (and Zack Brown) Free
And then the whole runabout cemented together with the last two tarot readings. I just finished The Subtle Art of Not Giving a Fuck. If I will never be rich but always taken care of, I can refocus that energy. Besides, rich to me was never about money. It has always been about time with people I love. Free.
Time to refocus. Pick new dreams. Avoid pedestals. And apparently runabout.
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