I just wrote a whole paragraph venting about work and the hardships that I am going through there, and I just deleted it because I know I wouldn't be a good leader if I posted everything that was going wrong in my life on the internet. I can't show the enemy my weaknesses!! (Work is not my enemy, but we all know what happened with Carrie and the blue shirt company-big brother might be watching!!) At least not on my blog where nosy people could possibly stumble across them and find all of this incriminating evidence of me being an actual human living in a free country where I can actually voice my opinion about my co workers. :)
Blah blah blah. It's been a long day. Time to snuggle up in my jammies with the 3rd book out of the Twilight Saga. Rodrigo is out on a bikeride and it actually feels nice to have the house all by myself. We are moving out of this house in a week and I'm honestly sad to leave. Rody and I have so many memories in this apartment-this is our first together and I lived here before I even met him. This house represents a period of healing in my life and it's sort of been my safe haven and my little cozy bat cave where I retire each night. I know home is where the heart is, but it's always weird moving to new places. Especially to older places where I know a lot of people have lived. My new house was built in 1910 and I know I'm going to have to go through a whole bag of Kosher sea salt, a few sage bundles and about 4 billion hours of Reiki sessions to cleanse and create the energy that I need to live there.
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You have to tell me more about this Reiki (I think thats how you spell it) stuff. It sounds very interesting? Are you really going to do all of those things with sage and salt to your new place? You should tell me more about it!
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