You were playing checkers. We set up to play chess.
Dreams and dreams and dreams of things.
Woke up in an obsession I’d started creating last night.
If you really want something it has to be at the top of your mind. Day and night, alright?
When I was a kid I obsessed about horses.
We weren’t rich, we didn’t have excess resources.
Like the trope of an autistic kid who can only talk about one subject ad nauseum until everyone else is miserable. That was me.
And I got everything I obsessed about.
I got the horse riding lessons, and eventually the horse. Then a horse farm and a second horse.
I got a horse from Canada! I bred horses and had babies running around.
I trained, and showed, and travelled. Even as I was navigating some things that felt so terrible. My obsession kept putting horses in my life.
Until I stopped obsessing about horses, and my new obsession replaced them.
When I first drove down to California, at some point I became obsessed with converted Ambulances.
And I ended up with one in the most ridiculous way possible. Driving overnight to Iowa during a pandemic. I’ll save the long version for the book I’m writing.
An old neighbor of mine tried to convince me I should see a hypnotist.
“Your mind is so powerful! How much of it is keeping you [physically] sick?”
I obsessed about the house I’m in, when there wasn’t a chance in hell I could afford to buy it. And then the money started rolling in from the most unexpected places.
I was walking Dora this morning, thinking about how powerful women are. We’re creators. It’s laughable that God is a man in all the Bible verses.
Green bubbles and Phoenix sigils.
This new obsession really kills.
(In the best way.)