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Hopes ♥ Dreams – Prayer Request

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Hopes & Dreams – Prayer Request
♥ Master Plan ♥
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♥ Great Health physically & mentally.

♥ To be Happy & fulfilled with & by myself.

♥ To practice my mantra: Honesty, Discipline & Confidence daily.

♥ To deepen my relationship with the Lord & make him apart of my everyday life & choices.

♥ That you bless my relationship to bring us closer/deeper as best friends and my Husband.

♥ That you bless us with Healthy children & a Strong Solid Family.

♥ That you continue to bless me with people in my life that are Positive, Compassionate & Helpful.

♥ That you bless me with making Wise decisions.

♥ That you continue to bless me Daily with Strength, Love, Confidence, Direction, Passion, Spirit, Energy, Persistence, Patience, Courage, Integrity and Guidance.

♥ That you bless me with Patience, know how and discipline to clean up my credit & to live debt free.

♥ I pray to you to be able to travel and experience other countries and cultures to help expand my mind and to appreciate life as-is right now.

♥ I pray to for consciousness’ to start living in the now and to truly help me let go of the past.

♥ To be better dog Mom & Appreciate & Treasure him more.

♥ To be a victor & not a victim.

♥ I pray to you for a much bigger smaller life.

I Thank You for answering my prayers and making them come true.
In the name of Jesus.

Amen♥

Penny for my thoughts

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What’s my self-worth? Anything? A quarter. Dollar or two? Accomplishing my dreams? How do you realize your valuable when you have never felt worthy? A penny for my thoughts. A list of everything I’m not. Always black or white. Like what’s black is wrong and what’s white is always pure and right.  And I’m the one in question? Am I someone you would want to invest in? Break down after break down. Triple A canceled. Feeling like a clown.

I really want to believe. I really-really do.. Tears running down my face. To so many; I feel as though I’m a disappointment, disgrace. No more family functions. The dysfunction inside of me I can not control. Broken and bruised. Years of abuse. This is not my excuse. This is my way of letting go. The only therapy I can afford. The past is the past.  It can not be changed. Not a single soul I place blame. Every single experience I fully accept. I have hit rock bottom↓ Dejavu of what to expect. A wreck. My life. No liability. In the process of trying to get things right. Dissecting the meaning of value. Not quite ready for an appraisal. Steamed and squeaky clean may reduce my value.. Grit and grime line my eyes. Who I am. Where I’ve been. Caught in the middle. The constant riddle of life all alone. Only I can decide.. the true value of all that’s inside. I want to say priceless I really-really do. I’m breaking down again. Rambling in rage. I’m so confused. I mean, what value do you place on you?

LESSON: Your attitude sets the stage. So, act right.

Growing girl

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Growing girl.. I have decided to write directly to you for  a couple of reasons. ≠¹ I love you. ≠² You mean the world to me ≠³ It’s important to me to remind you how loved and extra♥ordinary you are.  I am older and I am wiser. So.. whatever it is that’s on your mind I have most likely already been there and done that and if I haven’t.. (by slim chance). I will always listen. We are all faced with choices in our life. We don’t always choose the right ones. I am not proud of some of my choices. Always, ask yourself “Is this worth it?” Because, You Are worth it. You are a leader. Lead. Never be a follower. You don’t have to be. Your highly intelligent. Strong. Beautiful. “You know who you are.” My expectations from you are out of this world. Because to me, You are the world. I know who you truly are. Trust yourself. Believe in the power of you. Use your magical powers. Always remember where you came from. Who you came from. Don’t be afraid in life. Know you can do and be anything you choose. That’s the beauty. YOU have the power with in yourself to choose. As simple as yes or no is as right or wrong is as narrow or wide is. Be confident with in yourself to say no. You will soon learn that there is nothing (not one thing) more attractive than confidence. Follow or Lead. Always love, Choose to Lead. Your surrounded by an abundance of strength., Use it as your fuel to shine in life. I believe in you. (you know your name) have always been your own unique spirit. You truly are a jewel. You have your whole life ahead of you. Live each moment magically! You will be tested often. Trust yourself. Trust God. I believe you will make the right decisions. Utilize your resources. Accept love. Choose love. Respect love. Pay attention to strong women. Listen to them, watch them, learn from them, grow from them. Ask questions. Never be afraid to reach out or ask for help. A closed mouth does not get fed. Don’t starve yourself out. You don’t have to. Continue to remind yourself; that all anyone can ever tell you is no.

Dance to your own drum. Dream the impossible! You’re a leader. Surround yourself around good people.

Don’t talk about people. Talk about things.

p.s. Be patient. Becoming a young lady is not always easy or fun.Give yourself the time and space to continue to grow into a beautiful Extra ∞ Ordinary young lady God created you to be.

I love you ♥ I believe in you ♥ All my love

Come out, Come out, Where ever you are..?

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Come out, Come out, Where ever you are..? I lay here and think… Where are you really? Under a rock? Behind a tree? Out of orbit? Globe trotting planet Me..? I can see your lost. Written all over your face. My own body I quickly steady to readily embrace. A stare down in the mirror. Focus. Lose focus. No single tear around here. Sobbing. Snotty.  I stare down this lost scared little girl glare. Come back to me. Come back to me. I hear. Spirit broken. Then stolen long ago. Running around here empty. A ghost of a soul. Fear has run almost everyone out. Compassion holds strong. A personally composed love song. The inner workings of me strung ever so gently.. The avenue which God has blessed me with to carry me through. Oh what a quest. The smallest realizations that the physical body is simply my sacred nest. Complicated encoded in another language from a dialect like no other seen before. More advanced than hieroglyphics in stereo. I decoded in minutes time. Me I am my penance. We are in the matrix here and now. Just a matter of opening the right door. Narrow. UN·wide. Wrong way no more. Turn the knob. Just choose a door. Door number one. Door number two. Door number three. A googolplex of doors surrounds me. Fear freezes me. Tick Tock. Tick Tock. Time waits for know one. Am I then someone? I open my eyes. Squinting. Everything so bright. Forgive me Father for I have sinned. I have committed murder in the third degree. My feelings of shame and loss of ego asks that you forgive me so I can move forward purely. Third or first it’s all the same. Cows slaughtered for my selfish fillets. Fear and pain they too feel. A pricey piece of veal. KILL KILL KILL. A deadly virus thought to be a needed program. Administrating the same result. Perpetuated murder. I reek of death. By conscious consumption. I understand pain. It’s taken over me tired with no energy fruit and vegetables. Nuts and beans. Vitamins and weed. Grown from the ground. Reacting to sound. My heartstrings tugged. No murder to take place. Heard it all a thousand times before. Dropping weight. Constant headaches. Discomfort confirms change. Change confirms growth = ↑up (= that much closer to GOD) So, many questions that no longer conform to the standard application carried by most. I upgraded my software, purchased my domain name and switched my host. I don’t want to live lost in my body forever. Haunted by my own ghost. I’m afraid to die in vain. I must open myself to change. Truly figure out a way to sustain for my remainder of time allotted to this short existence of time that shall determine my “true value and worthiness” on judgment day passed onto me for my choices while here in true purgatory every test perfectly placed and designed for etra•ordinary me by Divinity.

Conclusion: Mans best friend if I had to would I eat?

A: NO. Not ever.

Broken system: They refer to as HELP: Psychatrist, Therapist, Psycologist, Counselor, Psychotherapist, Social Worker, Shrink.

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Therapy is crazy expensive! With no insurance (like most of us) and even with it’s an anxiety attack all on its own. Continuously checking your watch.. 20 minutes left… have not even told a fraction of your story. Irritated by this shrinks instant comfort in believing they have me so quickly figured out. Jotting notes, referencing their own families and life experiences with particular medications.. Looks of judgments conflict with confusion. Twenty more minutes deducted. Who’s really helping who? When I’m the one paying you..? Bills upon bills continue to weigh me —–down↓ I continue to listen.. Only eleven minutes left.. As I tear out a rubber check. You grab your all you know to do prescription pad… A blank stare. A scribble a scratch. I’ve been down this road before. My hours up. I’m shown the door. So… with all that. My life locked in a strangers concrete office… is not enough. All they got for me, Another bottle of pills that are the true killer of this disease. There the Dr. with the paper certificate on the wall for proof. Sixty minutes later and *POOF* my story shelved for reasons of financial strain. My heart must continue to find away to go on with this magnitude of  wretched pain. So keep your refills for all these pills. I got my own pharmacy. I can diagnose you for free. By just truly listening and my own personal life experiences. A worm hole into your pain intensely fills my veins with your infested DNA. Empathy brings us back. I’ll help you up. Won’t let you crack. God and compassion got your back. Your therapy’s within you. Trust me, Only you can complete you. I agree, “Ron Artest” makes the psychology thing look real good. Championships and happiness. Along way from the hood. Yes, I agree he’s done real good. However, his psychologist’s not going to break his bank. It’s more of a chit chat session. A meditation for what was at stake. A breather of sorts. An extra curricular activity.. something fit in on Thursdays at three… So, you see… know your position. I continue to preach. If your steady counting the minutes, clammy hands and anxiety that it’s almost time to go.. same night, pockets lighter and still having to do your usual pick yourself up off the floor, popping pills  on an empty stomach do to no food do to paying your therapist… with no help from your state insurance that ran out aka never exist-ed in the first place. So you wonder why your filled with rage..? On your way home from your session counting change to see if you can afford a gallon maybe two for your always empty tank. Your past due bills soon await you right behind your front door. Your once sanctuary now imprisonment from bill collectors, census workers, probation officers and nosy neighbors. Checking sofa cushions for any extra change, pockets from winter coats and book pages for that special rainy day. For today’s that day. In order to schedule that next Dr. visit need another hundred and fifty bucks. But then again if I can come up with half. They may be able to squeeze in a phone consultation!!! Oh oops that’s just as soon as they return from there much-needed vacation.

CONCLUSION: See about yourself. (UNLESS) Your Ron Artest and you can have a prearranged paid up weekly chat visit scheduled a year in advance. Still it does not really change… Sign here sign there, In and out and on with your day.