Which pig are you? I’m the prepared pig. You know the prepared pig. Built house from bricks so it couldn’t be huffed and puffed down. I read that book over and over as a child and could never understand why anyone wouldn’t think ahead. Why would you build a house out of something as temporary as STRAW? It’s just crazy and lazy! Who does that?
Prepared pigs don’t have space for crazy or lazy. There is no “just do what feels right.” It’s strategic, planned, and controlled. Prepared pigs also don’t allow space for magic, miracles, support, or much fun.
Realizing I’ve been the prepared pig my whole life is what I like to call good bad news. It’s bad news that my brain’s desire to control, plan, strategize, and work hard squeezes out any space for joy, freedom, or fun. The good news is that now that I see it I can choose what I do about it.
So the battle begins… being the prepared pig has its advantages. I’m always ready for emergencies, I’m great under pressure, and I always have enough of whatever you might need just in case. I’ll come back to my whole just in case thing another day…. Let’s not get distracted by that today.
So honestly it never occurred to me as a child that people were anything other than the prepared pig unless they had the unfortunate luck to have never read the book or just weren’t quite playing with a full deck. Anyone who chose anything else was just plain out of his or her mind. Period. Lazy and stupid pig, or prepared pig. No middle ground. No grey.
I never saw that the other pigs had a little more faith that they might be taken care of no matter what. I never saw that they actually valued relaxation and calm. I never saw that the bonds they had made in their family allowed them to feel safe and protected. All I saw is that they would have been screwed if it weren’t for their prepared pig sibling. Death is a heavy price to pay for relaxation and fun!
So now I find myself at a crossroads. I know how to be a prepared pig and you know what, I’m sick of it. I’m tired of pretending life has to be hard, that I don’t hear my guides, and that I don’t see/feel/and hear an entire other realm that says, RELAX, we’ve got your back.
So my journey as a six sensory takes on a new twist. Here I am coming out of the six sensory closet. Releasing my desire to fit in, to be logical, to be prepared. For today, I choose to trust my intuitive guidance, to choose play over struggle, and just for today, I choose to share myself with you.