A Reason, A Season

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Where is the Fast-Forward Button?

This post may take the Dear Diary factor to another level. I am OK with this. I am an exhibitionist after all. If it gets too spilly, we have the handy-dandy backspace button. My glass of Diet Pepsi is full, grab yourself something and let's see where this goes.
I was introduced to and fan girl hard over this motivational speaker, dominatrix, self-proclaimed your favorite Goddess-Captain-Auntie, Lady Speech on Instagram. Go follow her.  Watch the one about one shoe'd toddlers living their best life. It is both hysterical and profound. A couple days ago she said a thing about all the planets being in retrograde. I will fail to do her wit justice but she said something to the effect of, If your boss is tripping, if your wife is tripping, your mama, your baby's mama, it's not their fault. All the planets are in retrograde right now. Just drink your water, pray and masturbate, it will pass. 
I did make note of it. Sent a silly message to my top about it. I probably should have had it tattooed on the back of my hand. It is now written in erasable marker on my dryer, slightly edited to be appropriate should Mistress have unexpected company.



Could August hurry up please, I am so over July 2019. Last July was really difficult too. I don't know what I may have done to offend the spirit of Julius Caesar. Oh wait, July & Mr. Caesar is the reason we have this foolish system with 12 months of 30 and 31, sometimes 28 or 29 days instead of a logical lunar based calendar of 28 that all begin with the new moon. I bitch about that all the time. Ha! I bet that's what's crawled up his ghost ass. Well, now that the connection has been identified, fuck ya Caesar, go on make all of my July's challenging if that quickens you, they will all pass just like you.
Last July was difficult, yet daily my Facebook memories reminds me that July was also filled with special memories. July 1st, a special day in it's own right, the universe gifted me a moment that has only happened a half a dozen times in thirty years. It will happen again, but it will become ever more challenging to replicate in the future. My DNA is no more recessive than I, and the wander-lust gene appears in all my descendants.
In the version of this I penned in my head, I itemized all of July's past and present flaws. I now choose not to lament on the moments that challenge me.

See a Magical Moment from July 2019
Let's remember only these moments

I love mantras. My current is a mouth-full. I am the manifestation of my ancestors' dreams and desires, and I am the guardian of my descendents' legacy. It is just a little bit arrogant, I appreciate a little a bit of arrogance. It is a spin on a thing I heard in a Lady Speech video. Thank you.
I love mantras except for the trite ones, the obvious ones, the ones that were coined for muggles. You need to break eggs to make omelets. How deep. Water is wet. They exist and persist though because they resonate with all of us and they are true. Sometimes you do need to break things so better things can exist. Not just better things, the thing it is destined for can not happen without accessing it and to access it it must break.  Look at that trite and profound can exist simultaneously, I so love a contradiction.
At the end of last July I made some bold declarations. Truth be told, I was largely operating from a place of bravado not bravery at the moment I said them. Mistress isn't as easy to read as you may believe. I was told a story recently that included a statement that I was intimidating. You have no idea how shocked I was to learn this. I have had a couple feelings about it since, flattered, confused and now I suppose I am asking myself if that is a quality I should embrace or seek to change. Back to last year for just one more moment. I declared boldly what I wanted, and once I did the universe affirmed I had asked for the right things. I appreciate that, the universe always hooks me up.
We must be making one hell of an omelet right now. I would like micro-greens, those little thread mushrooms (I think they are called enoki)  and uncured, maple enhanced, pasture-raised bacon, please. Aside from my brunch order, I have no idea what is going on my Goal List for August. I am going to head to the Butterfly Park and contemplate my naval until it comes to me.
I suspect you will want to see whatever it is, so watch this space and hold your breath.