Synchronicity

The universe is dangling a shiny gold fish in front of my psychosis and how could I ever resist? 2 weeks after starting a blog where I talk about quitting everything and going on the road… I loose my job with 3 months pay. If this isn’t the universe telling me to fucking go, I don’t know what is.

I try to keep my feet on the group, but I just want to wheels up and leave. I wish I could peek into the future, or in all of the multiverse, and see exactly which path works out. Would it be as fun? Would it be the same if I knew X was THE thing that would bring me happiness and fulfillment? Isn’t it the whole point of the human experience to live it in the perceived present? To conquer our fear of failure and manifest a destiny that already exists somewhere where time doesn’t…

I am leaving in 5 days for Curaçao. The down time and the sun dopamine will bring its load of reflections. I’m expecting to have a concept of a plan on my return, but more than anything, I’m hoping to meet people. To hear some stories, to broaden my mind. To let the universe speak to me through new connections. I want inspiration.

Gosh. This might actually happen.