This weekend went fast

I didn’t do anything really except my boyfriend was here this weekend after two months of not seeing him in person. We just hung out and it still seemed to go faster than when we actually do something. Go figure. I ended up having a good day despite my morning being full of negative thoughts about myself. It’s amazing how it sneaks in for no good reason. I don’t remember being this self loathing before diagnosis and meds. Maybe ignorance is bliss.

I am praying I have a good week but I’m accepting that life will be what it is regardless. My fear of that tarot card didn’t manifest anything that I could perceive as a tower moment. It is proof to me that tarot is not a full prediction of what will happen. It is more a reflection of my worries and how I intuitively handle them.

I didn’t keep up on my WordPress reader so it isn’t going back very far to read all the posts. Grrr so annoying. Ok I should think about going to bed. Hope you all had a great weekend.

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