Could it have been the yogurt I ate before bed? Was it my dreams? Maybe I astral traveled to someone and their life disappointed me. How about the idea that it was the energy swirling around in the house that I am staying?
Plot twist: it is all of the above. Crazy right? Whatever meaning I come up with is Truth, until proven otherwise.
Once upon time, life was simple. There were no questions to be answered. I lived the “American Dream.” I failed. I cried, deep and hard. I recovered. Now, I am here. In the midst of what One might call a Black Hole…
Anyway, I got out of bed and I choose happy, productive thoughts. Younger Brianna would have dwelled on all these ideas of why I was feeling the way I was. I would have cut each question into a puzzle and hid the pieces around the house.
Not today!! I acknowledged the feeling and moved into a realm of thought in which I knew would motivate me to continue on my path.
xoxox, you are the creator