ABRAHAM

Expectation is a focus with a vibration that permits the receiving of what you're focused upon—and, you expect things, both wanted and unwanted.

Your emotion, your indicator of vibration, is indicating the ratio between your currently focused desire and any other belief or thought that you hold about same.

When you feel negative emotion, anger about something, or fear... the name of the emotion does not matter, it always means that there is a desire within you that, in this moment, you are contradicting with some other thought.

Your emotions are always about your relationship with your own desire, and nothing else.

The more fear one has of anything, the more a vibrational match to the thing that they fear they are.

OR

The more love one has of anything, the more a vibrational match to the thing that they love they are.

SURF NAKED

Guess what I did this weekend? Absolutely nothing and I enjoyed every non-productive moment.

Friday was the culmination of The Week From Hell, and I was PMSing. Pain—blah—yuck.

So, I did what any sane adult female might do: I lustfully indulged myself in movies, potato chips, salsa and excessive internet surfing. Naked.

Did you know that Pluto has been demoted from planet status?

GOODBYE

The relationship ended in July. After 4.5 tumultuous years, we have gone our separate ways.

Goodbye, Colin. Good Luck and Godspeed.

And thank you.

TWISTED

I began work with a chiropractor in June to re-align several twisted vertebrae in my spine. The misalignment has caused major muscle groups in my back to shorten and become knotted and the resulting pain had become intolerable. Excruciating. Incapacitating.

6 sessions into our work and I woke up one morning in so much pain I wanted to hit something. I was PMSing to boot. I felt horrible. My back was in knots, my boobs hurt, my abdomen was cramping. I was exhausted from battling the pain. I cried.

My chiropractor suggested prescription pain medication, which I considered, but it was Friday and I couldn't get to my general practitioner in time to obtain a prescription. So, I reached for alcohol. And it worked. Immediately—and with measurable relief.

Then I started to 'tease the tiger". Why? Because I wanted to. Is there really ever any other reason?

But I shut that door again. There's nothing behind it that's better than waking up free and clear of the inevitable hangover, which I abhor.

The gains I have made in these past months are far too valuable to relinquish. They are my personal, private victories and I'm just selfish that way.

In addition to the chiropractor, I've had several deep-tissue massage sessions. Brutal stuff —and expensive— but it's released those knots in my back much better than alcohol ever could, and that's all I really wanted.