Not Today, BLS

Do you remember Bad Luck Schleprock?

He was that sad little storm cloud of a cartoon character from The Pebbles and Bamm-Bamm Show--a Saturday morning spin-off for the Flintstones’ second generation. Schleprock wore a brown tunic, shuffled around hunched over, and wherever he went, misfortune tagged along. Wagons broke. Cakes collapsed. Rain poured, but only on him. He’d mutter, “Oh wowsy wowsy woo woo…” like a man resigned to permanent drizzle.

And the thing is--when bad things keep happening, over and over, it’s easy to feel that way ourselves. Like the clouds are tracking us. Like something in the universe has got it out for us.

Sometimes that mood stays a day. Sometimes a year.

And it’s understandable. Life can be hard. Sadness is honest.

But here’s what I realized this morning, somewhere between a quiet mile and my first sip of coffee:

Bad Luck Schleprock.

B.L.S.

The only thing missing from B.L.I.S.S.… is the “I.”

So today, I’m putting the “I” back in.

I’m gonna spend some time with myself. Not in a selfish way, but in a tending way. A remembering-who-I-am way. A chasing-the-clouds-away kind of way. Because I have that power. We all do.

And let’s face it--being negative can be a habit.

A well-worn groove in the record that plays a little too easily.

So today, I’m choosing to flip the side.

Some of us find our way through alone.

Some of us need therapy.

Some of us need medicine.

There’s no shame in any of it. They’re just doors that open to more light, more truth, more breath.

What matters is stepping through.

So today I affirm:

I’m not living the life of B.L.S.

I’m throwing my “I” into the mix--

and leaning toward bliss.

Even if it takes a few tries.

Even if I mutter a little woo woo along the way.