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I can always learn more, but I know what I know.

It is a sign of great imagination that a vision can lead one forward into a new, improved future.

He went to Cal Poly, San Luis Obispo, too!

Last night, I slept on my right side with left shoulder propped to keep my left neck side happy.

Woke up to it stuck and angry – greeted by another flared migraine.

I work out, go to physical thetapy, and get chiropractic.

But, it just isn’t enough if I’m not getting those tiny support muscles worked out.

Tomorrow, my ex arrives for us to complete a family project for family closure.

I have not seen him for at least 2 years. I can’t remember when last we met.

I hope things go well – and that we can let the demons between us rest.

It took over 2 1/2 months and much deflection of overstim, but I finally locked my keys in the car!

I have been sobbing just now, as I just learned she passed away this August.

“Grease,” “Xanadu” – pick anything and I am sure you would find the sweetest soul singing to you.

She was there for me as a beacon of light, love, and goodness promising hope for tomorrows.

She made it safe for to nurture the purity inside me in a world crackled and gray by decay.

Having one’s heart revealed is not a popular thing. People don’t know what to think of it and can judge improperly.

It seems that authenticity is a rare and beautiful thing – but to hopes in expanding foundations, I must not cling to these finer things.

For having an intended outcome causes others worried to veer away, when all that I have wanted was the chance to sing and play.

Vexed, I seek ways to revamp purpose.

I had wanted to pursue a Masters and PhD because I LOVE the educated arts.

I love to wrap myself within knowledge and fashion it to next redefining.

However, the seemingly impentrable blockade that I keep encountering in the way of finishing the last 11 units to my Bachelor’s degree is just ridiculously tiring to keep hacking at.

Once I get grounded in housing again, there likely won’t be ease of time to pursue conventional studies due to the need to keep marketing for income flow, and then performing therapies.

Attending a university for degrees is a time and money expenditure luxury which diverts me from streamlining.

Yes, I WILL finish my Bachelor’s – this bane and most prized quest of completing the societally recognized standard prooving that “I know something.”

But once it is done, “get out of my way!” For the real investigation into play will begin!

“Why show me him if he was not to be mine? Why send me to seek something I can’t find? Was it all a ruse to fit some plan? Is my time for wasting? I don’t understand…”

There must be a “Northern Star” for love to remember itself as real.

“What’s the point of loving someone if they’re attached to someone else?”

Laying down the mantle of attachment to outcome is long overdue as weight is lifted.

It is wonderful to hear that my therapies are deemed among the best – if not THE best – that clients have experienced of similar modalities.

It is necessary for my heart’s breath that I have a man that I can love in my life.

It isn’t the road that wears souls down to their bones, but the questions left unanswered – until we realize that it’s the journey that keeps us company, not the destination.

Seeking my truth.

That, I Am.

Stumbling, and inadvertently making a “fool” out of one’s self.