This morning I woke haunted. All the lights on my inner dashboard are telling me to pull over and recharge.

When my energy settles the desire to cook, bake and vacuum dies down (completely) and the desire for quiet contemplation increases.

We had a yard full of spraying skunks last night. They stunk up my dreams.

Advice to a friend:

She uses the NYC technique of smoke and mirrors, distorting the truth to SELL HERSELF to her imagined audience. Yet she wants to control anyone and everyone's opinion of her. This is impossible. This is why she is so vague when asked a direct question. You can't nail down jello. All of this is from the trauma of X+X judging controlling forcing agendas on their children. I see it clear as day.

Write down your achievements and pin them inside your closet door so each time you pick out a pair of shoes you know who's wearing them.

Hand to pen goes directly from the heart. Write first don't let your head lead the way.