Hmm...
Work is going better... The new guy there, Kevin, is in college for agricultural or chemist-y things. He's making everything easier. I'm going to my proper night shift next week though... Hope they like me...
My training is going to cover more food-based things, rather than just taking the out of the oven and finishing them up from there. Yay, leaving my comfort zone, lol.
Something in me is changing. I'd almost say that my rose garden is growing back. Tiny bits and pieces of myself are growing back, calming down, healing... That or I'm getting emotional glimpses of a marriage for myself in the form of unexpected thoughts, since I'm getting waves of what I went through with The Breakup a few years ago... I did try to send it out as I forced the pain deep down... I don't know though. I'll probably have to take a glimpse at my new cards. Do a Chakra spread and see how I'm doing. Prolly be good for me to see how I'm doing... break out my Moon Garden and Pathfinders decks to see what they have to say.
I wish I could have gotten John Smith's contact info, and I do believe that really is his name, lol. Red hair and a Van Dyke-ish styled facial hair, there just weren't any bars between the mustache and beard, I think. The guy was really, really fucking cool. He said I had two lovely Guardians with me. I did a Chakra spread for him, and he was pretty healthy, his Sacral chakra was a little fuzzy, though. I think I might have found him on Facebook, but I dunno for certain... I never got anything back though. I can only hope and pray I meet him again. We got along really, really well. He was quiet, modest, humble... A jewel of a guy for anyone that happened to be with him, if he had any preference. Ugh, I wish... Is a damn shame I lost contact with him after I moved to St. Louis. I should have told mom to give him my phone number. I didn't though... I thought I'd go back to the college and see him. I could fucking smack myself for losing contact with him. I really, really hope he winds up happy. He's as good as blood to me. I'll be seriously fucking pissed off if anyone hurts him.
So, dude, if you're reading this and you remember the nice brown-haired girl that gave you a Tarot spread a little nervously in the Bess Activity Center, shoot me an email or something! I miss you, man.
My training is going to cover more food-based things, rather than just taking the out of the oven and finishing them up from there. Yay, leaving my comfort zone, lol.
Something in me is changing. I'd almost say that my rose garden is growing back. Tiny bits and pieces of myself are growing back, calming down, healing... That or I'm getting emotional glimpses of a marriage for myself in the form of unexpected thoughts, since I'm getting waves of what I went through with The Breakup a few years ago... I did try to send it out as I forced the pain deep down... I don't know though. I'll probably have to take a glimpse at my new cards. Do a Chakra spread and see how I'm doing. Prolly be good for me to see how I'm doing... break out my Moon Garden and Pathfinders decks to see what they have to say.
I wish I could have gotten John Smith's contact info, and I do believe that really is his name, lol. Red hair and a Van Dyke-ish styled facial hair, there just weren't any bars between the mustache and beard, I think. The guy was really, really fucking cool. He said I had two lovely Guardians with me. I did a Chakra spread for him, and he was pretty healthy, his Sacral chakra was a little fuzzy, though. I think I might have found him on Facebook, but I dunno for certain... I never got anything back though. I can only hope and pray I meet him again. We got along really, really well. He was quiet, modest, humble... A jewel of a guy for anyone that happened to be with him, if he had any preference. Ugh, I wish... Is a damn shame I lost contact with him after I moved to St. Louis. I should have told mom to give him my phone number. I didn't though... I thought I'd go back to the college and see him. I could fucking smack myself for losing contact with him. I really, really hope he winds up happy. He's as good as blood to me. I'll be seriously fucking pissed off if anyone hurts him.
So, dude, if you're reading this and you remember the nice brown-haired girl that gave you a Tarot spread a little nervously in the Bess Activity Center, shoot me an email or something! I miss you, man.