Super Abundant & Grateful

What I got: 

Wisdom✔

Sense of Humor✔
Psychic Abilities✔

Organizational Skills✔

Friends✔
Allies✔

Guides✔

Divine Everything✔

Beauty✔

Health✔

Strength✔

Agility✔

Aging Backwards✔

Squirrel✔

Golden Voice✔

Space to Be✔
Writing This✔
Cat✔

Memories✔

Cool Stories✔

Songs to sing✔

Roads Traveled✔

Realms Traveled✔

Connections✔
Wolf✔

Visions✔

Creativity✔

Intuition✔

Whatever-Whatever✔

Romantic notions✔

Sexy Experiences✔
Bear✔
Unalienable Power✔

Alien Powers✔
Jokes✔

Magical DNA✔

Ancestor Allies✔

Divine Support✔
Dog✔

Lover prepared for me✔
Home prepared for me✔

Riches prepared for me✔
Platform prepared for me✔

Owl✔
Destiny✔
Stories✔

Tribe prepared for me✔

Everything✔

My Perfect Path✔

Timing✔

Discernment✔

Critical Thinking✔

Fox✔
Research skills✔

Foreknowledge✔

Enlightenment✔

It's not bragging if it's true. 

I also like making these lists as a way of remembering how much more I am than the way people around me treat me lately. Yeah -- covering the basics is good. But where's the kindness? Where's the true compassion? I wonder how people think I don't know when they've been talking bad about me. Probably they didn't read the check mark next to the Psychic Powers parts because they don't want to think about how good I am at these. 

I do everything on guidance. When it's time to go, the exodus will be easy, and I'll have everything I need, just like I always do. 

I'm just going through a phase of my journey where shit is annoying, uncomfortable, people are mean, I'm restricted, I'm reliving bad memories, where I feel trapped and cornered, and where I'm forced to confront all these in writing, which I had wanted to write all of it all along but hadn't felt like doing so. 

Imagine finding out you'd leveled on up through the top of your game and gotta drop back down again. OK, then imagine you gotta go through levels you thought you beat as someone who's supposed to know how to do it, only you don't really know, you just go anyway. 

This time I have Big Me I can back out to. This time I'm both the watcher and the wallower. I have to be both to be here. 

Funny enough, I'm right back in the exact situation that turned me into a writer in the first place. Did I need this? Sure enough. Do I wanna wallow here, or I do I think I've found my voice and started the conversation in these blogs to finally get the rest of the story rolling out. 

Roll With It 

Keep Going 

"You can't get lower than the ground but you can roll around for a long time," -- Kate Vargus