Waking up in Hawaii

9 months in

2022 has one theme, change.

To go from my last post to today.

It’s 9/11/22

21 years since 9/11. The week the Queen died. The Moon was full in Pisces, the last sign of the zodiac, an ending to a season. Mercury went retrograde 2 days ago, so we’ll all have trouble communicating.

I’m 4 days in to a new job, hoping settling the aftermath of my father’s death can get handled by the lawyers I never even dreamed I’d be having to deal with, but then again, betrayal does seem to be a life theme.

Or maybe, it’s I’m surrounded by hurt people, and am also a hurt person, it’s part of that cycle.

Mostly, how others treat you has way more to do with them than it does with you. We all have our own unique of shade to our glasses, so everything is filtered by our own view. Same with them looking at you. I try to remind myself of that… doesn’t always sink in.

But something must be awesome, because I woke up watching the moon set, + Venus, a zillion ideas in my mind, and nothing immediately pressing. That is a great. A huge shift is happening, but I’m in that bubble walking through it, working to visualize the life I want, crafting it deliberately not reactively. Sunday 9/11/22. Never forget.