Yesterday was too thinky. Think thinky think think. Today I think I'll refuse to think.
If life has taught me anything, it's taught me this: If you're going to sweep up the Sahara desert, bring garbage bags and bag it as you go. You can't just sweep it into a pile and pick it all up when you're done, it will blow around too much. It's a lot of work, but it's worth it. Underneath all of that sand is a beautiful, ancient tile mosaic of the creation of the universe. All the answers are there.
Last night my spirit guide told me that I was just imagining all of these conversations with him. He told me that he doesn't exist and that I should quit pretending. I've always taken his advice in the past, but I'm not sure what to do now. If he doesn't exist, maybe I shouldn't listen to him now. I'm very confused. If Dr. Phil actually existed I'd ask him.
I'm just going to stop. I had four other things to say, one of them AMAZING, but I'm just going to stop. I'm starting to feel all thinky again. Think thinky think think.
Hello, friends. Without thinking, type the first thing that pops into your head.
Later. Love.
