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July
12
Calling for help
Every Sunday until September I’ll be pulling a (virtual) card from the Universe Has Your Back deck and reflecting on it.
Attack, pain, fear, judgement, and any form of separation are merely calls for help.
Last week I received another job rejection. The closer it gets to September the more desperate I get for a second job, or at least for some of my pitches to be picked up. Gah!
I have three outstanding pitches and I’m confident with zero of them! I was supposed to hear back last month but it never happened. However, I keep hoping I’ll hear back about something. I have had previously rejected pitches picked up half a year later, so maybe if I kid myself enough it could happen.
July
10
Weaving
I’ve rediscovered a love of weaving. This time next week my holiday will be starting. Woo.
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The past few weeks have been tough. My partner’s father is waiting for some news from the hospital, and every week it has been delayed. The weeks begin with us thinking We’ll know more soon and that doesn’t happen.
July
5
Freedom
Every Sunday until September I’ll be pulling a (virtual) card from the Universe Has Your Back deck and reflecting on it.
My fearless freedom lights up the world.
Yesterday I went to the bookmakers with my partner and his father. It was my partner’s father’s birthday. He dropped a penny and I picked it up. I said If I clean this penny do you want it back? He replied You can keep it for luck. I’ve decided to toss a coin for my life decisions for the rest of the year. Ha. I feel more relaxed though.
July
2
Penny Dreadsquall
I saw the poster for Penny Dreadful today and it looked familiar, I couldn’t quite think why then I remembered…
… the flashback hit me.
There’s a billboard where the A270 turns into the A23. I used to walk past it every morning, as my friend said Freeze you bloody bastards when I looked up at Timothy Dalton.
And I felt so sad that I had forgotten this memory that my heart ached for other memories I may have forgot. Then I spent the evening looking at the streets of Brighton on Google maps as I sobbed on my chips. Grief is weird.