Best Days
Mantras really do work. Also, Millie is giving hitman vibes.
Consider this a sub-journal entry.
Some day, I swear under cursed breath, I’ll write a tutorial or genuine life advice. It feels synonymous with adding value through life. But who am I to say, when I really just want to read the private thoughts of other people and ignore the influencers.
I woke up shaking the little spell jar I made for “Good Fortune,” kissing it gently. Forgiving my lottery tickets for not winning.
Listening to 30 minutes of Thank You’s to the Universe.
Washing my face, brushing my hair, injecting Peptides to help my gut repair.
Giving Millie all the snuggles while she was still curled up on the sheepskin rug. There are hints, and moments, she might be an old lady. Even if she is only 6 and a half months.
Spent 4 hours this morning clocked into one-on-one work meetings. And I find it exhilarating, I want to develop the best in me.
I went to the gym, a quick stop at the grocery store for a steak. Passed on the filet mignon. Only had to pause once for being light-headed (I’ll take that as a win).
My head is coming back out of the fog a bit. I’ll eventually write more about my Mercury poisoning. I’ll eventually write more about everything. Writing, for me, has become an inevitability.
Gave my neighbor my phone number. “Call if you ever need anything!”
Been meaning to do it for months. Intentions are a funny thing.
Finally scheduled an appointment for dental x-rays. Finally changed my address with the DMV. Finally scheduled a dog-sitter meet and greet for Millie. Have to fly to Mexico in April, no dogs allowed.
Isn’t it funny how the world keeps spinning?
The sun went down and it’s quite now in my house. Lit a few candles, I love to watch the flames bounce. Millie is already napping, on the rug again, her favorite floor-level companion.
I’m in no rush to do anything.
I could go to bed now and be happy. I could sit and read for hours or chat with friends or draw a vase full of flowers.
Well… I probably wouldn’t do that because I don’t particularly love drawing flowers.
There are little tasks and projects and wish-lists compiling in my notebooks. Always something to do. Always something to be done.
I woke up saying, “this is the best day of my life!”
And I’ll fall asleep confirming, “this was the best day of my life…”