Celebrate The Small Victories

Today I come to you via laptop with a very needy black cat upon my lap. For those wondering her name it is Mei Lei. She has decided to join this journey with me up close and personal, but really she is sleeping and I’m awkwardly typing around her furry little body. Blessed be the kitty. Today I have a small victory as I’m trying to manifest smaller bills and bigger incomes. Today Verizon has told me my next balance due and yee-haw it’s nearly 30 dollars cheaper. Small victories won by a little less supernatural ability and a lot more of being proactive and disconnecting that accessory line you can’t even use because it’s 3G and it only works via blue-tooth anyway.

Listen, the thing with manifesting is it does actually require some effort on your part. Most of us aren’t gonna be Joe Smith of small random town Idaho who won the jackpot on the lottery, though it should be noted he had to actually get up go out and purchase the ticket, there was an effort of some kind. There was also a tremendous universal alignment and a lot of freaking luck. What Joe decides to do with said jackpot is up to him, he may blow it all on random useless crap or he may make the world a better place, that’s up to Joe and it isn’t any of our business.

I’ve also been reluctantly looking into canceling streaming subscriptions that aren’t really used and well, this has proven to have been met with an unexpected resistance on my part. Really it should be like the whole purging and cleaning of physical items you no longer use, something I’m also not fantastic about. Don’t come for me, I’m not a hoarder. I am a very emotional person who develops easily an emotional sentimental attachment to random items. Items such as that random rock a friend gave me because it was good day. Happy little rocks sitting on my little side table shelf thingy. I’m also a tiny crystals in my bra kind of gal, my lady pockets. It’s all good until it’s the end of the day and you’re getting ready for bed and suddenly it rains rocks at your feet. There is a momentary scream, a panic of sorts, who goes there? What do you want from me? Oh, that’s just my rocks everything is fine.

I’d also love to give a shout out to all my people who made it out of bed today. Some days it’s hard, some days depression takes hold and this is a true victory. You did it, I’m proud of you, keep going. Today I have yet to make edible nutrition to sustain my body and well-being, but I did make coffee and I did partake of it’s necessary role in my attempt to function as a human being. Blessed be the coffee beans harvested and grown so that those of us who need a little extra fuel to just be can do so today. That brew was a small victory celebrated by slow cognitive function and a drowsy body. I’ve already had chocolate, but this is a mountain of chocolate kind of a day, it’s a Monday of a Thursday but we are alive and beautiful things are possible today.


Published by izzysconfessions

I was born and raised in the smallest of towns in Southwest Virginia. A town that is extraordinarily active, yet a town that is like it's very own little mini Bible belt. My dad was Baptist, my mom pentecostal, and I'm paranormal. I would venture to say it is somewhat of a family trait. One that is met with equal acceptance and curiosity as much as it is met with skepticism. Individually and collectively so much has been experienced and witnessed at times to such a degree that one might wonder how on earth there is room for doubt. I dont have all the answers, I do not have it all figured out. Im as human as everyone else relying heavily many mornings on a lot of coffee and a little Jesus. In fact, I can't decide what I want for dinner most days. One constant is I cannot go a single day without chocolate. Pour a cup of coffee, or a little tea and whiskey and join me in my confessions of a haunted freak.

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