Day 07 — I went to see a psychic, and was given the opportunity to ask three questions – I would ask……
Man, I’m going to be cliché on this one.
- When Rose licks my nose is it because of the natural saltiness of my skin or is she kissing me because she loves me, too?
- Do you see a dark object twisting my life-force because I’ve been working my buns off to alter the course of my life in a positive way?
- What can you tell me about who I am, not who I was or who I will be?
I could ask the questions I really want to know the answers to: will I find love? when will I find love? will I have the family I long for? will I get to be a mom? But life changes in a second and no one can say with absolute certainty something will happen. Life is not set in stone and nothing would bring me a more profound sadness than holding onto “Yes, there will be children” only to find myself at the end of my days asking myself what failure of mine kept them from me.
No, I’d prefer a progress report. When I walk into a room are people seeing the person I see? Have the improvements I’ve made in my life to myself manifested themselves in my energy? Why, oh why, does Rose crawl into the back seat every time AC/DC’s TNT plays on the radio?