What To Do With Your Feelings

I'm not sure if I should go get a bottle of really nice champagne with my unemployment money or to go get my nails done.

Here's the thing, people. I want to write it somewhere for everyone to see so that at some point it can be so scandalous that I knew and it could actually be documented that I knew and he never actually told me himself.

I know who my husband is. I know he owns three companies. He is, without a doubt, exceedingly above and beyond anything I could think or imagine.

Man, that's what gets me. Because I have such an overactive imagination. I am a dreamer of dreams. So when I was growing up and reading that it was like...yeah right. Do you realize who you are talking to here? I see shit. I mean I see see shit, preacher dude. I see.

Growing up was frustrating. Trying to communicate to people around me what I knew to be true about who I was and what I was meant for. It was like speaking to a wall most of the time. Hello, tuning in Earth or Tokyo or at least just the person in front of me. Little did I know. It really is all being recorded.

I had an ER visit recently whereby I asked my angelic medic if this was all being recorded because I knew how outlandish what was happening really was and he knew how outlandish it really was too. He assured me that yes it was being recorded. But I digress...

I maybe wouldn't encourage you to go the route I did if you are a kid reading this and growing up or an adult reading this and regressing. You don't need to kick and scream, yell and push. You don't need to beat doors in or threaten to hurt yourself all the time if people don't notice you. If you're a fire sign, it's understandable. You totally want to do that. We feel we need to to be noticed and heard. But I assure you, journaling will serve the same purpose. And the reading of your journal out loud will thereby cement it. You simply have to want to be known. No need to make demonstration thereof. Take the simpler route. My life truly was a cyclone.