Initially my excitement had come as everyone elses stories unfolded…and when my turn approached, my gut sank. This wasn’t my first time…nor would it be my last. I felt a bit vulnerable and stared at her with anticipation…what revelation would she reveal to me; in front of my closest friends, nonetheless?
As we took turns around the table – I thought to myself, “what the hell is wrong with me?”
I went last in hopes of hearing some profound news that would knock my socks off. This was it. Tonight was the night I was going to figure out my life!
It was over so quickly – I desperately wanted another 15 minutes. All I could think about was how if I just knew what was supposed to happen, I could fix what actually was happening. Follow my heart? Follow my karmatic journey? Was my lesson learned? HELP!
In the end, I was only filled with more questions – but had to find peace in the thought that I had great energy and was surrounded by love. That’s all you need, right?
It’s become an addiction…a need. I need to hear what I’m supposed to do. I need someone to tell me what decisions I am supposed to make. Don’t I?
Tears…laughter…best friends…15 minutes each, we’ll all be back for more. Thank you, Ana.
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JULES // January 5, 2008 at 01:22 am |
Did you write all of this and is it true? A psychic? On one hand I am so impressed with your writing, you could be a novelist, did she tell you that? On the other hand I am torn because you don’t need her. Just want you to know that you are very loved. Mama