Every Way but Right

Started back to school and car trouble. It’s weird every time I go to class it’s like I jump through hoops to do it. I have a couple of new secret projects underway. I think everyone should have a good secret project. I am a restless person I have to do many things to stay occupied. While at class so many things went wrong it was kind of hilarious. Honestly, I wasn’t the least bit frustrated but rather amused. I have been away for 7 months so it was a good crash course review. Take it as it comes. Everyone has their hardships and struggles. Anything worth having takes is worth the fight to see it through.

I oddly had a feeling there would be an issue so I scheduled myself as a wildcard meaning if something comes up I am not bound to a set schedule that day. I also felt like I should leave a little early today and that turned out to be a good decision. I ended up having to go a slower route. It took longer but I was able to get home so I can pick up my kids. I am getting better at listening to my inner voice. Do you listen to yours? Have you ever had that feeling and ignored it and really wished you hadn’t? Listening to that voice has even helped save some people’s lives. It’s better to listen and be wrong than to ignore it and be right and pay dearly for it.


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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