
“Sequence”




While speaking with my best childhood friend and going through broken down boxes, I found my car title which has eluded for 5 years or more and began transferring stuff to new boxes so new associations take place over old.
Then, I got to speak with my eldest and grandchild, and then spent time with youngesr while making banana pancakes and chicken marsala to finish up a lovely stay-at-home day.
It would be great to learn the guitar to this!
In February, I thought I was speaking with quite literally the man of my dreams. The one I keep having dreams about as if by “a sending.”
I was ecstatically happy and felt at first supported, which inspired me to create a variety of songs as our comraderie comported.
But then, having found out that “his” side was a lie, I feel deflated, disuaded…I cannot even cry.
“GOOD THINGS ARE COMING MY WAY.”
From The Law Of Attraction Solutions (Fun, supportive people)

If it isn’t going to come to me, I must create it.
I am told that love is coming, but when I look there’s nobody there.
I cannot let go of my purpose – or else there is nothing left to compare.
Be a “Goddess” and Rock my Independence.
I will begin branching out, looking to support theatre and film crews while I apply to work for select individuals in addition to my current job.
A red ray light, floor-to-ceiling body capsule with a vibrational base plate reminds me that I still have a few new tricks up my sleeve.
Although, contrary to common belief, it may not actually be good to use it these last two days in a row – so my brazed skin and heavily vibrated organs report back to me.
I am planning to take an acting class in the next couple of weeks, but only plan to audit it because I want the live exposure-to-concepts put into application, but currently cannot take on any more home workload.
We are in a place we had hoped to find upon moving to this state over three years ago, and yet, I am struggling to muster any sense of internal excitement.
It is like arriving back to the party venue long after the joyous event is over, carrying the fatigue of having been everyone’s safe driver for the evening.
I got pretty good at navigating agencies – whether educational, community, or governmental.
It’s just that without my core family, and barely hanging on by a thread prolongedly, the desire to keep pushing boulders up a hill has left me.


Performance actors have been told that they belong to the public, their fans, etc.
Perhaps the works they have created might affect attachment and “brand” allegiance
However, the artists themselves deserve their claims to privacy and personal choice expressions – just like the rest of us.
My thinking about things while reserving reaction, inwardly mirthing at life’s chaos.
