To Trust or Not To Trust

by Love M. Powers
www.DareTruthLove.com

Now that I’m able to access information from beyond…beyond what I have learned in this physical body, I have the choice to trust or not to trust the information. For the most part, I chose to trust the information, no matter how bizarre or illogical it seemed, and act on it.

This took me completely out of my comfort zone. Yet I knew this was precisely why I needed to trust and act on the information…to get out of my little box and start living life more spontaneously.

Let go of control. That was a message I was getting repeatedly. That can be a very scary thing to do, to let go of control. But I did it anyway. I was ready for some change in my life. I was ready to let these invisible beings who had made themselves known to me take the wheel for a while and see where my Spirit Guides would take me.

First I had to learn how to communicate with them. And discern whether the information was for my highest good or not. I was not going to listen to and act on information that was going to hurt me. Nor would I do anything to hurt anyone else.

I was overwhelmed by the information I was getting. I would hear it. I would feel it. I would see it. I would sense it. I would just know it. And as I received this information, I asked a lot of questions.

When I would ask questions, if the answer was “Yes” I would feel a tug in my gut area pulling my tummy to my spine. When I would speak words that came to me (also known as channeling) my tummy would be pulled into my spine as I spoke. This feeling in my gut was my confirmation signal and I would use it to double-check any information I received.

For example, when I would receive information, I would say it out loud and ask if that was what was being communicated to me. If the answer was “Yes” I’d feel that pulling sensation in my gut. If the answer was “No” I wouldn’t feel anything. So I would then ask, “Was that a no?” And my gut would confirm the no if indeed the answer was no.

I got really good at phrasing questions into yes or no questions. It was easier for me to get clear answers with my gut. This was all new to me. Never before in my life (as far as I can remember) did I have a sensation in my gut like this.

I was fascinated by this new ability to communicate with invisible beings. I didn’t realize they existed. Now I know they do because of my own personal experience with them. They are for real. Even if people find what I share hard to believe. It’s okay. I’m sharing not to make you believe, but simply to share my experiences so that others who are having similar experiences might be able to understand what’s happening. And so that others can help me better understand what’s been happening with me.

As I trusted, and sometimes didn’t trust, the information I received I learned some very valuable lessons. The first big lesson I will share in my next blog post. I’ve already eluded to it in this blog post. It is the most critical thing we as humans need to do if we want help from invisible beings. Care to have a guess? Look for my next blog post to find out if you were right.

Spirit Takes the Wheel

by Love M. Powers
www.DareTruthLove.com

It was December 5, 2010 in Seattle, Washington where I was attending a Matrix Energetics seminar. I had befriended a Matrix Practioner in the Portland area. Her name is Gabi Schoening. I first met her at a small healers fair at Awakenings in southeast Portland. All of the healers at the fair were giving free 10 minutes sessions.

I had one with Gabi that was very profound. She used Matrix Energetics time travel to take me back into the womb. I fell to the floor and experienced something I cannot even explain. She asked if she could do a full session with me. So I scheduled one.

It, too, was amazing and I experienced something very profound again, at about the age of 5 or 6 when she took me back in time travel. These two experiences were undeniably important, and I still don’t know fully why. But I’m getting there.

I saw on Facebook that Gabi was going to a Matrix Energetics seminar up in Seattle. Something inside me told me that I needed to go. So I did. At the very last minute on that Friday I decided to drive up to Seattle, Washington and attend the weekend seminar.

We learned about energy and this quantum technology that’s used to create instant transformation. One of the requirements is that you have to be in your heart in order to feel this. I wasn’t feeling it at first. Until a woman in our group told me to repeat the words “I am love. I am love.” in my head over and over. I did it and it worked. It becomes a mantra and drops you into your heart. At least it did me.

Richard Bartlett, the founder of Matrix Energetics, and his teaching partners, Melissa Joy and his daughter, Justice, would teach and do demonstrations on stage. Then we’d break up into groups of 3 to 5 and practice what they taught on stage.

I wanted to be called up on stage. Richard kept talking about how powerful Melissa was. So I set an intention on the second day after lunch to be called up on stage by Melissa. We were taking our seats. People were settling in after lunch to witness more amazing magic by Richard, Melissa and Justice.

It looked like magic to me. Real life magic that really works. I know that sounds crazy, but that’s what it was like. To watch people in pain be healed instantly was pretty amazing.

Melissa was looking around as she said, “What part of the room have we not gone to yet?” I raised my hand. It caught her attention. She pointed to me, “Okay, you. Come up on stage.”

I walked up on stage and listed off all the things I wanted: 1) to advance my music career, 2) to find the love of my love, 3) to get rid of this back pain, 4) to get rid of my neck pain, 5) to get rid of the TMJ, and anything else that was for my highest good.

I hit the floor and experienced something I’ve never experienced before. I felt like I was being slammed onto the stage as my arms and my head flung backwards and hit the stage floor repeatedly. I was laughing. I was crying. I felt like I was being tossed by dolphins. It was bizarre. I was conscious the entire time, but not fully aware of what was going on.

She had me stay up on stage as my body continued to unwind patterns and called other people up and continued on with the seminar. I was up on stage for over an hour as my body continued to move dramatically causing concern to some of the participants. So much concern that Melissa asked me to take my seat and leave a parallel self on stage to continue to unwind the patterns. So that’s what we did. I took my seat. My parallel self stayed. And my life forever changed in that moment.

As we broke up into groups, I was no longer just using Matrix Energetics techniques we had learned. I was doing something I cannot even explain. I would just open up to whatever my body wanted to do and I’d move about in strange ways and do energy work on people. People felt it. It was something I had never done before. I was blown away by these new abilities. And the effect they were having on people. I was now able to communicate with my guides very clearly via a physical sensation in my gut. This sensation in my gut is a pulling of my tummy to my spine. It’s my confirmation signal. Strange? Yes. Real. Yes.

On my drive back to Portland from Seattle, I was setting my cruise control when I noticed that my speedometer was still moving up past 80 which was where I wanted to set it. I rarely drove fast and had never gone over 100 miles per hour. In an instant, I realized what was happening because I also did not have control over the wheel. My car was speeding up and weaving in and out of cars. My spirit guides were taking me over 100 miles per hour because I had also asked for new experiences, things I’ve never done before.

I was laughing as I held on for the wild ride they took me on…80, 85, 90, 95, 100 miles per hour was showing on my speedometer. But my car didn’t slow down yet. Not until the GPS that was attached to my windshield also said 100 miles per hour. They were not in sync. Once the GPS hit 100 mph, the car started to slow down.

I had let go of control so my guides could take the wheel to an adventure I’d never experienced before. And it continued from that day forward to the present day. Oh what an incredible journey it has been.

Alone

by Love M. Powers
www.DareTruthLove.com

Alone in the hospital bed after the first surgery I’d ever had while being completely under. In a city away from home. Family members could not easily visit me here. But then again, none of them thought it was anything major anyway. Neither did I.

I didn’t know my appendix had actually ruptured. Not till the next morning when my surgeon came in with photos of my appendix. It had a big round shaped balloon type of thing around it. He told me what normally takes 15 minutes took over 45 minutes because my appendix had burst and they had to remove about 6 liters of infection and puss from my body.

Wow! I had to imagine a 2 liter bottle of soda pop and think three times that came out of me. Where could all that possibly even reside in my body?

That was my near-death experience when I didn’t even realize I was near death. I don’t remember anything. No tunnel. No light at the end of a tunnel. Nothing. But I have to wonder if something did happen while I was out on the operating table that I just don’t have memory of because so many things in my life changed right around that time.

Now back to April 1, 2011 when I was “guided” to stay on that plane and take it all the way to Austin for my first time ever there. Almost made it to Austin back in 2008. Now you know why I didn’t. Apparently, I was meant to go there…to Austin, Texas.

Which reminds me of the movie “Sliding Doors” with Gwyneth Paltrow. I just watched it again on Netflix the other day. I was “guided” to watch it. Anytime I’m guided to watch a movie, I know there is a message in it for me.

The message I got from that movie is that even if we take a different path because something gets in our way, we end up where we’re meant to go, even if it takes us a little longer.

I’m meant to be in Austin, Texas. This I know. I feel it in my bones. It felt like home when I got there. Kind of like Hawaii. Hawaii has always felt like a second home to me. It was my favorite place to get away since I was a teenager.

April 1st is April Fool’s Day.

I used to get lots of Tarot card readings (now I actually read tarot cards myself) and “The Fool” card is about new beginnings.

I arrived in Austin, Texas just after midnight of April Fool’s Day. I spent one week at Barton Creek Resort and checked out 6th Street while I was there. Lots of live music venues. One of the venues I popped into one evening was Chuggin’ Monkey, one of the bars that Brad Womack owns with his business partners.

He was on “The Bachelor” TV show in 2007 and became the most hated bachelor (at that time; Juan Pablo has taken the title since I think) when, at the end, he didn’t choose either girl. It was the first time that had ever happened on “The Bachelor”.

While a lot of fans berated him for it, I thought it was very brave of him to do what he knew was the right thing for himself. He didn’t feel enough to move forward with either woman.

I understood and I respected him for it. I even hunted down the Chuggin’ Monkey website to send him a message to tell him so. But a lot of other Bachelor TV fans did not have my same perspective. I wasn’t alone, though. There were some who did…but they were not the loudest.

I like Brad Womack. I really like Brad Womack! Well, at least the Brad Womack that I got to know by watching that season of “The Bachelor”.

From everything I saw, I thought he and I would be a really great match, if I was ever lucky enough to get a chance with him. How cool would that be to get to date Brad Womack? Millions of women who watched that show thought the same thing, I’m sure. He’s gorgeous. And seemed like a really good guy.

While I was at Chuggin’ Monkey during that first trip to Austin, I wrote down on a square napkin my name, website address and phone number and gave it to the bartender and asked him to give it to whoever was in charge of hiring the entertainment.

I’m a country singer/songwriter and I’m always promoting and marketing myself wherever I can and looking for places to sing. If I can’t date Brad, maybe I could sing in one of his bars. Perhaps I could get to know him that way.

Ever since December 5, 2010 I’d been following this guidance I was receiving, trusting it all the way, well…most of the time. That’s why I say I’m “guided”.

I was set on a very challenging journey where I felt alone a lot of the time. A lot of people did not understand why I was doing what I was doing. I was traveling all over the country and even to Belize, all by myself, all alone.

Alone in Austin I ventured the city and drove all over the place as guided by my spirit guides. Letting go of control and letting someone else take the wheel was a very liberating and exciting experience.

In my next blog post, I’ll tell you about the time I literally let my guides take the wheel as they took me on a ride I’d never venture on by myself to a new experience I would not have dared without being [somewhat] forced.

Alone? Well, I’ve never really been alone I’ve come to find out. But I sure did feel alone. A lot!

My Time is Short

by Love M. Powers
www.DareTruthLove.com

My time is short on the island of Kauai. Just three more full days here in this beautiful place before I head back to Austin, Texas. I’m excited and I’m sad. Excited for the new life that awaits me in Austin. Sad to leave this sacred sanctuary.

The peace and the quiet is something I will miss. Exactly two months on this Hawaiian island, to the day. I didn’t even realize that till today. I arrived the day before Thanksgiving, November 26th. And I leave on Monday, January 26th on a red-eye to Seattle. Where I wait for over four hours for my flight to Austin.

It’ll be a long couple days of travel. I don’t get into Austin until about 6pm. From a quiet place all by myself in beautiful nature, back to the city into a two-bedroom apartment with my friend and her little boy. Her adult son joins us that Friday. Which is when I’ll be moved to the couch.

I’ve slept on plenty of couches over the last four years. I’m grateful just to have a roof over my head and something comfortable to sleep on.

I’m so grateful my friend is letting me stay with her until I find a place of my own in Austin (or I’m “guided” somewhere else). It’s hard to believe I moved all of my belongings to Austin back in 2011 and I still don’t have a home yet. Homeless still. I never thought I’d be homeless. Ever!

It has not necessarily been a bad thing to be without a home. I realize now that being homeless freed me from being tied to one place and having to keep going back to that home. This allowed me to venture out to places I never thought I’d go.

It was four years ago on April 1, 2011 that I boarded a plane from Portland, Oregon for the first leg of my flight to Los Angeles. Little did I know I’d not make it to LA.

As the flight attendant announced “This plane will be going non-stop to San Jose and then on to Austin,” I heard a voice inside my head say to me, “When you get to San Jose, you’re going to get off the plane and buy a ticket and stay on this plane to go to Austin.”

Because I had vowed to trust and follow all of the guidance I was receiving since I started hearing my guides so clearly on that fateful day in December 2010, I didn’t really hesitate [too much] with my response. “Okay?” I replied to that voice with a questioning wonder. Oh boy. What’s up now, I thought. Austin, Texas? I had never been to Austin.

I almost went to Austin in April 2008 when I had planned to go to a real estate investing seminar about investing in storage units when I had to cancel the trip due to a medical emergency. It was right after a week long meditation retreat in Corona, California.

I had planned on staying with a friend in Irvine for a few days after the retreat. Before I headed to Austin for the seminar, I wanted to meet up with a couple women who lived in the area to give them a presentation about my network marketing business.

I was doing really well with my new business as one of the top recruiters in the Portland area. Unlike the seven different MLMs I had tried before, I was actually making money with this business.

Within my first month in the business I had earned my first $300 commission check. That was more than I made in commissions in all the other seven companies combined after working my ass off for so long in them.

Multi-level marketing companies did not work for me. No matter how hard I worked at them.

But this business was different. It had a different compensation structure. And I was right when I saw it and knew I could make money with this one.

Finally. A way to create a passive income stream that would allow me to live my dream of singing. Well, that’s what I thought.

My friend, Alan, picked me up from the retreat. We grabbed some lunch together while catching up on the time since we last saw each other. Then he took me back to his place to get settled in and ready for my evening meeting with my two prospects.

The presentation went well. The ladies loved the business and I ended up with two more new business partners. That night I went to bed excited. Excited to have two new members for my team.

And excited to be with Alan again.

As I lay next to Alan, he reached over and pulled me toward him. We kissed and things started to get hot and heavy. But before things got too heavy, I let him know that Aunt Flo was in town, but was at the tail end of her trip.

My menstrual cycle would be over soon. Hopefully soon enough that we’d be able to have a little fun before I left for Austin in a couple days.

The next morning I asked Alan where I could walk to get some breakfast. I was so hungry my stomach was hurting.

He gave me directions to a nearby restaurant. It was a short walk.

When my breakfast was served, I was unable to eat. So I took my breakfast to go and walked back to my friend’s apartment.

What I thought were hunger pains was actually my appendix. I didn’t know this for sure and refused to let my friend take me to the hospital because I didn’t have medical insurance.

I remembered a voice in my head tell me on April 1st to get medical insurance. I ignored it, and continued to go without insurance because I couldn’t really afford it. I rarely got sick. I was always pretty careful and had never been accident prone.

I stayed in Alan’s apartment while he went to work each day. I was in excruciating pain with a high fever holding out and waiting for this all to pass. I didn’t have insurance. I couldn’t go to the hospital.

After a couple days, the pain did subside and so did my fever. I felt well enough to change my flight to go back home to Portland. Something told me that would be better than continuing with my plans to go to the seminar in Austin.

About an hour before my late afternoon flight home, I decided to start packing my things. I found myself with little energy and unable to complete my packing in time to get to the airport for my flight. So I changed my reservation and pushed the flight out a few more hours, into the evening, to give myself more time.

Before I had to leave for the airport, I had enough time go online and purchase some medical insurance, just in case. I also called one of my new business partners and was chatting with her for a while. Then all of a sudden I felt like I was going to pass out. I quickly ended my call with her and dialed Alan’s cell phone number.

He sent me to voicemail. I quickly called him again. Again, he sent my call to voicemail. I dialed again. I was sent to voicemail AGAIN. I called again and again as he kept sending me to voicemail.

I called about seven to eight times. I was desperate to get through to him before I lost consciousness. I was sure I was about ready to pass out.

Just when I was ready to give up calling him, he called me back. “I have to go to the hospital,” were the first words out of my mouth. “I’ll be right there,” he said.

He took me to the closest place he knew of where I was examined by a doctor. The doctor told us to go to the hospital because he thought it might be my appendix.

I didn’t want to believe that. But, as soon as I realized that the pain I was feeling was not hunger pains, I do remember the thought that hit me when I first felt the pain, “It’s your appendix.” Again, I just didn’t want to listen.

Even so, I wanted to wish it away. Please let it be something else. Not my appendix. Not something so major.

I wasn’t sure if I’d be covered by the medical insurance I just bought online. I was so worried that something major was happening and I’d be stuck with a huge medical bill.

Alan took me to Irvine Medical Center where a doctor examined me as we calmly chatted about what might be wrong. I didn’t want to panic or anything until I knew something for sure.

The doctor told me a few different things it might be and then said he was going to have me get a CAT scan to find out for sure. So they wheeled me off into another room for the CAT scan and then brought me back to the same room.

The doctor came back into the room no longer talking as calmly anymore. “We’ve called a surgeon. We’re going to get you into surgery right away,” he said with a much more urgent tone than before. Uh oh.

In my head I kept thinking, “I’m going to be fine. I’m going to be fine.” Or maybe I was hearing, “It’s going to be fine. It’s going to be fine.” Honestly, I can’t remember which it was now that it’s been almost seven years.

But whichever it was, I had this feeling that I would be fine. Simple, routine surgery to remove my appendix. No big deal.

I was introduced to the anesthesiologist, wheeled out of the room again and was out before I knew it. I didn’t wake up until 11pm that night, in a hospital room all by myself. No one was there. Not even my friend, Alan. I was alone.

Cannabis: Time to End the Social Conditioning [by Wes Annac]

Written by Wes Annac, The Culture of Awareness

Even though it’s becoming clear that the ongoing legalization of cannabis benefits the same interests who’ve profited from its illegality, it’s a step in the right direction.

I think it’s legalization is important to the creation of a new paradigm, and its demonization has benefitted the people in power for nearly a century – the same people who, again, now profit from its legalization but fought tooth and nail to convince us it was bad (successfully in most cases).

It’s unfortunate yet unsurprising that the usual suspects are rushing in and making money from freshly legalized cannabis when they once fought it, but it’s great to see our society opening up to it and considering its potential.

It’s been unfairly demonized for too long, and its demonization has unfortunately worked its way into the minds of most people, who mean well when they speak out against it but don’t realize they’re against something that could heal the world.

The stereotypical person who’s adamantly against drugs of any kind, including cannabis, has been conditioned to associate the herb with destructive hard drugs – crack, cocaine, heroin, crystal meth, etc.

The US government has used propaganda to turn people against cannabis, and the best ways to do this are to lump it in with hard drugs and convince people that using it is the first step to being hooked on those drugs, which really do steal people’s lives.

In my opinion, the difference between cannabis and actual hard drugs, beyond the fact that it’s impossible to overdose or become physically addicted to cannabis, is that the herb can open minds and inspire its users to go against the status quo while questioning the motives of the people in power. Most hard drugs, however, only lead to self-destruction.

Yes, there’s such a thing as a socially or spiritually aware hard drug user, but chances are good that heroin or another drug won’t introduce one to the spiritual nature of their existence or encourage them to question society like cannabis will.

Cannabis is perhaps the most misunderstood mind-altering substance out there, and if it’s used properly and for the right reasons, it can help its users expand their consciousness and open up to ideas most people would impulsively reject.

A false image has been created around cannabis, and we’re told to see it as little more than a party drug that turns its users lazy and keeps them from contributing to society. What we aren’t told is that its users don’t align themselves against society because they’re too lazy to contribute.

The conscious cannabis user has become aware that life is nothing like the people in power would have us believe. They see the follies of working every day at a nine-to-five that sucks away our independence and individuality and makes us slaves to a system we never created, and they realize how important it is to go against this system.

Any unwillingness to contribute to society isn’t usually caused by cannabis itself, but by the social awareness its users tend to gain. More and more people are fed up with the misaligned way our society operates, and they’re ready to make a change.

For some people, the best way to try to change society is to rebel against it by refusing to contribute to the system, which they feel is broken. Cannabis can help stimulate the awareness that leads us to question the aspects of society we once passively accepted, and in my opinion, this is one of the reasons we’re programmed to think it’s bad.

We’ll need to change our perception of cannabis if we want to repair our society, and we’ll have to do away with the close-mindedness that’s caused us to accept its illegality and lump it in with drugs that are actually bad.

If we could only open our minds to the herb’s potential value, we might find that it’s one of the most beneficial things the earth offers. I could get into all of its medicinal benefits, as well as the industrial benefits of hemp, but nothing I put here will matter if it isn’t considered with an open mind.

If more people only knew what this plant can do for us – as individuals and as a collective – I think it would not only be accepted, but celebrated. It deserves to be celebrated, in my opinion, especially after the rough century it’s had.

It’s time to change our perspective, and until we do, we’ll continue to misunderstand this plant and its potential to help us out of the mess we’ve made. It’s up to us to embrace or denounce it, but one thing’s for sure: it shouldn’t be illegal.

Its illegality has clearly benefited the elite more than the people, and the laws surrounding it are the first things that need to change if we want to open up to its benefits. Luckily, those laws and the ignorance that came with them are starting to change, and hopefully, we’ll see more changes as the years roll on.

Those of us who support the herb might have to put up with the hatefulness and close-mindedness of the people who vehemently denounce it for the time being, but we can only hope people wake up and stop taking what their governments tell them at face value.

I think the next decade will be a good one for cannabis, and its worldwide legalization will be one of the first steps in the inevitable enlightenment of the world.

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I’m a twenty-one year old writer, musician and blogger, and I created The Culture of Awareness daily news site.

The Culture of Awareness features daily spiritual and alternative news, articles I’ve written, and more. Its purpose is to awaken and uplift by providing material about the fall of the planetary elite and a new paradigm of unity and spirituality.

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The Challenge is Challenging

by Love M. Powers
www.DareTruthLove.com

Day 3 of the Your Turn Challenge, and I am finding this surprisingly challenging. I like to write, so content should be easy for me. But today, I’m blanking on what to write about. So I think I will use the blogging challenge to do a daily journal, because I am writing a book about my life. This will be a good habit to get into for writing my book. The journal will be a part of it. Yeah. Good idea.

I have four full days left to enjoy the beautiful island of Kauai before I take a very long flight back to Austin, Texas through Seattle on Monday afternoon. So I am making the most of my last few days and really enjoying myself.

I introduced myself to the neighbors across the street, Patty and Rich. They have two orange trees, an avocado tree, a lemon tree and a ruby grapefruit tree. They let me pick some oranges, grapefruit and avocado to take home with me.

I love fresh squeezed juice in the morning with my breakfast of fried potatoes with fresh garlic and onions and two fried eggs. I pick free thyme and chives, chop the chives and sprinkle the aromatic herbs on top of my eggs and potatoes. It’s a delicious combination and the highlight of my day. I love my breakfast.

I did an amazing workout hiking the hills of the property I’m staying on. Went to see Robert at his art gallery. He and Natalie had driven to the end of the road to see the 30-40 waves that peaked today. Many others did, too, Robert said because the traffic was really bad. About an hour to drive 2 miles.

The weather has been really, really nice since I arrived on Kauai on December 4th. It did rain pretty hard for a few days, but even that was nice. It’s still very warm even when it rains. It was in the 80’s with lows in the 70’s when I first got here. Then after about a month, the lows went down to the 60’s and I was actually cold. The high’s in the 70’s. It was nice to have cooler days, but I liked the low of 70’s at night. 70’s are perfect for me. Santa Barbara weather. I love that weather.

I went to college in Santa Barbara, at UCSB. It was awesome. The campus is surrounded on three sides by the ocean. Great place to go to school. I lived in the dorms the first year with two other girls, Stacy and Angie. Wow! So long ago. When I was on the game show, Classic Concentration and won a car. That was so fun! Many years later, I found my episodes on YouTube. See if you can solve the puzzles…
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IDBXjaNUiw4&list=UUZJHleZmJjN-EuYDkd3ZDfg

Happy blogging. See you tomorrow.

I failed. Or did I?

by Love M. Powers
www.DareTruthLove.com

Day two of the blogging challenge and it’s just past midnight and into the third day. I totally forgot…until now. So did I fail? I guess I’ve got to set some kind of an alarm or reminder for myself to make sure that I write my blog post. Because here I just started and I feel like I’ve failed already.

Failure. What does that mean? It doesn’t feel good to me. I can feel it in my body. I’ve been conditioned to believe that failure is bad. But Ariana Huffington says failure is the stepping stone to success.

What did I learn with this failure today? That I need to set up some kind of reminder until blogging becomes a habit. I like to use FollowUpThen.com to email myself reminders. Then when I check my email throughout the day, I’ll be reminded. I’ll let the email sit there until I write my blog post. And only then, after I’ve completed my blog post, will I delete the reminder email.

It’s 12:12am (Hawaii time). Short but sweet, I’m submitting my post so I don’t feel like such a failure anymore. I vow to do better…starting tomorrow. I will not fail. I will use this failure to be sure I don’t fail again. And I’ll stop feeling bad about failing. Because making mistakes is how I learn. To do better next time. 🙂