I guess I’m experiencing another tower moment this day. I don’t know. My morning was gifted with a heavy… heavy fog. Here we go… again.
Stepping back. Game Day for the tears. Unleash. Save the dam. Let ’em go. Just let them do whatever they’re gonna do. Get them out of my system… while I go within for some… incredibly needed… self-love and healing.
The walls are back up. That drawbridge is back up. Nobody other than Spirit… my Guides… and my Angels enter until I am healed enough to step outside my castle.
My plans are changing… apparently. And I’m okay with that. I love me. And when it comes down to the nut cutting… I am enough. And I will be perfectly okay. A little more hardness on the shell. But I’ll be just fine.
Meaning… I won’t be accepting personal phone calls… texts. Nor emails.
I’m seeing something in myself that this world will just have to accept right along with me. I don’t do ignored communications. For any reason.
I’m too tech savvy to know there’s always a way to reach someone in this century of technology. And I’ve learned way too much about crickets… and men.
Never the way to behave with me when someone asks me to do something in part of the plan.. and I do so as discussed… respond with an update… and only get crickets… for days.
This does not work. It never will. And at this point… that team plan becomes a single-sided… whatever… without me.
I’m just too kind to do this to anyone else. And that means… nobody has any right to be this unkind toward me.
My Morning's Heart 