soul, uneasy ally of the body
What’s the german word for when you glance in the mirror and suddenly see the youth and vibrance that you’re squandering away because of unknown anxieties? Anyway, it’s literally crazy I have a job where I do these tasks and then expect people to trust that I know what I’m talking about and there’s MONEY(?) on the line? Except I don’t even see a fraction of that money so it feels kind of unreal. Me just describing a corporate job. So I decided to stop having vulnerability issues. Sometimes it is a choice. I don’t know what that entails actually but I’ve decided to approach my interpersonal relationships with genuine candor and not like a game to win. Again, do NOT ask me what that looks like or how I plan to do it, it’s not my business!!! Catch me meaning what I say from now on or whatever. I’ve been hawkishly keeping an eye on the F+TM tour dates because I need to snatch those bitches up when they drop. I’ve lied on the floor in pure earthly conjunction with Cassandra and Dream Girl Evil and (!) My Love too many times to pass this opportunity up. Ideally, I’d die at a Florence concert (I’m just KIDDING). Should I rewatch Fleabag (again, kidding). Although now that the writer/actor strikes are eyeballs deep, I may have to turn to watching E4 show reruns. I should really return to work; I’ve gotten a matcha and tied up my hair into a mid-level ponytail which you know means Business.
I think I’m ready for my Saturn return (famous last words) because I have looked at life in increments for as long as I can remember. Call it intuition, call it pattern recognition, call it the fifty LeNormand readings I’ve done about this in the past week but I feel that something of a seismic shift is due for me (positive, knock on wood, inshAllah) soon…. unless I’m just manic…. in which case…. lol!
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