Elevator Confesstions:
Lord It has been a long time, I think since before the ICU I am certain that I have sinned.
* I confess that I have lived in this house 9 months compiling about the weak light in my living room, and just figured out the dimmer switch. Not sure if that's a yay me.
* Aforementioned hospital stay scared the proverbial e-mortal shit out of me, and has caused me to re-think just about everything in my life in a very rapid manner, I do not hesitate the use of quantum leap in the speed at which these changes have taken place. Example: My phone was stolen, and I did not utterly lose my shit. I would have. It's a major trigger for me. I didn't. At all. Nothing. Didn't even raise my voice.
* I am grateful for the opportunity for the SCS Trial Dec 17, and the immediate lockdown on a driver. Double Wow. That is like flying over the Pacific and looking for a Blue Whale… in a helicopter.
* I confess that I make historical posts to remind anyone under 30 that shit happened before they were born. A LOT of shit. Shit that has already been re-written in MY 47 years, that I WATCHED and now the spin doctors are trying to tell me that it was someone else's fault and other people who watched it with me are on the bandwagon. I like to REMIND. Sometimes, I need reminding myself, bet there are only 3 or 4 trusted insiders I'll take that from, they know who and when.
* I confess that my life just became so much more simple. I'm relying purely on energetics. Nothing more, nothing less.
* I confess that I couldn't care less about when I should or should not be sleeping according to other's wishes. I spent 30 years on someone's clock. Now I'm on mine, and I'm resting, Some days it's not great, some days it's fantastic. But in the end, it is mine, and mine alone.
* Don't expect much from me in November, it's NaNoWriMo, and I have a novel to burn out in 30 days. That's 50,000 words fin 30 days or normal people. Hell or high water, I am doing it this year on the count. I did it last year, but in longhand.
Lord It has been a long time, I think since before the ICU I am certain that I have sinned.
* I confess that I have lived in this house 9 months compiling about the weak light in my living room, and just figured out the dimmer switch. Not sure if that's a yay me.
* Aforementioned hospital stay scared the proverbial e-mortal shit out of me, and has caused me to re-think just about everything in my life in a very rapid manner, I do not hesitate the use of quantum leap in the speed at which these changes have taken place. Example: My phone was stolen, and I did not utterly lose my shit. I would have. It's a major trigger for me. I didn't. At all. Nothing. Didn't even raise my voice.
* I am grateful for the opportunity for the SCS Trial Dec 17, and the immediate lockdown on a driver. Double Wow. That is like flying over the Pacific and looking for a Blue Whale… in a helicopter.
* I confess that I make historical posts to remind anyone under 30 that shit happened before they were born. A LOT of shit. Shit that has already been re-written in MY 47 years, that I WATCHED and now the spin doctors are trying to tell me that it was someone else's fault and other people who watched it with me are on the bandwagon. I like to REMIND. Sometimes, I need reminding myself, bet there are only 3 or 4 trusted insiders I'll take that from, they know who and when.
* I confess that my life just became so much more simple. I'm relying purely on energetics. Nothing more, nothing less.
* I confess that I couldn't care less about when I should or should not be sleeping according to other's wishes. I spent 30 years on someone's clock. Now I'm on mine, and I'm resting, Some days it's not great, some days it's fantastic. But in the end, it is mine, and mine alone.
* Don't expect much from me in November, it's NaNoWriMo, and I have a novel to burn out in 30 days. That's 50,000 words fin 30 days or normal people. Hell or high water, I am doing it this year on the count. I did it last year, but in longhand.
