Has been sending me really poignant messages lately.
First, I decided that my raving days are officially over. I won’t be going to any events from now on. My last “event” was Raverday at Disneyland. As I was putting all my kandi on, my rave dad’s necklace broke and shattered all over. The universe told me “as it was, it is again”.
And now, as I sit at Buffalo Wild Wings, I’ve decided to have my final meal with meat. At the end of the meal, the server states proudly, “that’s a huge graveyard! Lookit all those dead chickens”. I let the boyfriend finish the remainder as I felt tiny hiding behind my beer.
Thanks for the messages. I got it now. Thank you Universe.