I Will No Longer Be A Blessing Blocker

I realized that many of the things blocking my flow are, in fact, because of me...

Earlier this week during a long, hot shower, I found myself in deep thought for the fifth time.

My Piscean stellium is the cause of my deep connection between spirit and water, which is probably why my daydreams are so mentally and emotionally adaptive.

This year, more than ever, I’ve found myself untethered to my physical reality. I’ve been addicted to achieving goals and strategizing every moment of my waking life.

News flash: The real world requires a certain level of presence and spontaneity when driving the Aston Martin that is life, down a winding, hilly, object-filled road.

I say all that to say, I’ve been blocking [the f*ck] out of my blessings.

Being Houdini

Truly, I couldn’t believe my third eye when I saw myself for who I was, a literal escapist.

I escape into work and fitness like it’s my job… and while it is, these are not the only reasons I live and breathe.

I *maybe* allowed myself 10 days off of work this year.

I can count on two hands the nights I spent out with friends, which only happened because I spent the entire day glued to the computer.

I work out daily, sometimes twice, and walk 10,000+ steps because of my “sweet tooth”. When honestly, I probably have a sugar and fitness addiction.

Every day for the past two weeks, I have ignored my TikTok app limit, labeling it “research for my clients.”

I should try for a Guinness Record the way I disappear during major changes.

And since I’m on a journey of transmuting my moodiness, I must attack this issue head-on *sigh*.

Hiding Myself