HA! LMAO

Yesterday, my morning started at the wetlands: walking, crying, feeling, reflecting, in-sighting.
Got home wrote about it. Did almost nothing else. Completed mom chauffeur tasks and soul drove me to the hilltop in town where the university is. I sat on the mount where the bell tower is: sat, vibrated, felt, cried, listened to birds, reflected. Got home and polished up what I wrote and thought I had posted it above

It didn't upload! Show me, show me -- silly ego.
Open, when I write, I love being creative with words. So does EGO, ghost-writer imposter. Losing a well-written paragraph is comparable to buying Bitcoin at $500 with the lost/forgotten keys.
🤢🤮🔥🤪

Both times I had a rumbling and nausea in my tummy. As I write right now, I have the same.

I so appreciate the dialoguing. I so enjoy the sifting through the e(nergey)motions swiftly.
I AM so. Surrender. Play that fiddle. And skateboard off into the sunset...

ps I have also come up with a way to identify my imposters -- they show up with masks when chatting with me, speaking a bit muffled and hard to understand. The distortions are a bit easier to distinguish these days