My brain arrived in the mail yesterday.  My daughter helped assemble all the parts.

It looked bigger in the picture.

I looked at my little brain-excited to have it proudly displayed on my desk.  And then, a shout out from the kitchen.  “Mom!”, as if the kitchen were miles away from my home office, “I just found a piece of your brain.”  The door to my office flung open and there was my daughter holding a tiny tingler looking piece of flesh-toned colored plastic.  It was my memory and spatial orientation.

“I think you’re gonna need this.”

She was right.  Thankfully, all the other parts were solidly intact and ready to be disassembled and reassembled at will.

If only it was that easy.

I can tell you the exact times I was certain I was losing my mind.  There have been many times when all the parts and pieces of my mind were certainly out of place. Try as I  might, not unlike my little plastic brain- I just could not get some of the parts and pieces to work properly. Life was in the way.  There was not proper fit-and no instruction manual for that matter.  My brain was overloaded or under wraps-out of whack and certainly not firing neurons the way it should.  My grey matter and white matter were failing to work together-all systemic fail at hand, as it was.  Back then, I knew exactly what to do during those times of losing mind.  I pushed my body.  Just. Had. To. Keep. Moving.

And that was the key.  Get on the track. Run. Keep running, keep moving- for gosh sakes Gloria, just keep moving.  Do something right.  Brained.  Or was it the left? Brained.  If my mind  wires were not firing-then I would do all I could to keep my body in the forward moving lane.  I would pass Go.

Again.

And again.

I was going to fake it-fool  my mind if you will-until it got on the good foot and got out of the funk.  And by gosh, by finding body-you can bet I was sure the mind was to follow.  Funny how life will willingly give you every opportunity to prove something to yourself-and then some. Funny how sometimes you forget to listen and take in the lesson.

I am a late bloomer.  This I know.  I might be an old soul-but I bloom late-and often- I am told.  These days I am reinventing the bloom-and I am discovering late bloomers also find mind at the same time the old bloom falls away from the body and a bounty of new blooms are budding.  The game of hide and seek has come full circle and I don’t feel the need to move as much-or as fast.  I find that sitting with my mind-in it’s various stages of this that and the other have finally met at the same street corner of my body.  The race is over-there is no tick tick tick tock.  Time is not wasting away and I am not giving way to time.  I am finding mine.  I am finding mind.  I am finding me.