In 2017, I flew to Washington state to complete some continuing education.
I was working as a Massage Therapist, and wanted to fix more people’s problems. So, I opted to learn St. John’s NeuroMuscular Therapy in the process.
Later that year, I visited again to see my long-distance boyfriend.
What I didn’t expect was to find out he was cheating.
So I cold-called every possible taxi service in town (which was dodgy back in that day, so close to the airport) and hitched a ride down to a cafe.
And I wrote a book.
I just poured out of me.
And I published that book.
Had a brief conversation with the woman I bought my house from today.
You’d be surprised the things you have in common with people.
Are any of us really that unique?
People have approached me, saying hey Anna, Julie, Nikki. “Nope, not me!”
I have a lot of Doppelgängers, it would seem.
The more people you meet the fewer surprise you with their absurdities.
I’m making chicken for the second time today.
I enjoy writing in riddles, and staged plays. Breaks up the monotony.
Play me again some Amy Winehouse on a duet with Tony.
I don’t need to meet him, I already know her ex-boyfriend.
The Devil’s details will keep you caught up, winded. You don’t always need to see things through to the end. That’s a self-imposed prison.
I woke up today wondering why I felt so unmotivated. So un-creative.
Then work demanded my full time and I didn’t need to resent it. It wasn’t stealing me away from something more important.
And once I was free, a chain of events brought me back to creativity.
Let your life and light pulse as it needs to be.
I’m still learning every day, to go with that flow willingly.
The only story that matters is the one I’ve accepted internally. Don't get caught up trying to prove yourself right, and ending up feeling wrong.
The people who need proving don’t matter.
In the end it’s all just a song.