Yesterday, I put something into the Universe that came back and bit me in the arse. I spoke of being busy, overwhelmed, actually. And just like that my schedule cleared.
I wasn’t fired or quit my job. I didn’t push a baby out of my pepa™, although I am no longer taking those little blue pills. And I certainly haven’t stopped writing!
That will continue till the day I die. Seriously. l will write my own obituary.
What has changed is my participation in El Vacilon. I am no longer their intern due to my work schedule and the time commitment it required. I write this with a heavy heart. I even cried last night; I was so upset. But I believe there is a purpose to this transition. Perhaps this is the time that I needed to clear my head and reevaluate the projects that I have taken on these past few months. So don’t cry for me Argentina. Or in this case Nueva York. They do want me back once I have more time. And when I return I will give 100% as I always do with my creative projects.
The moral of this story? Like the Pepa™ Cat Dolls once sang, “Be careful what you wish for ’cause you just might get it.” I wished for it – more time, space, and a release of exhaustion.
And here it is.