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The cigarette lighter was invented before the match.

So in good news there was a New Moon last night! Which perfectly aligns with what I want from the universe going forward. I have everything I need in my life except for one thing, I'm ready to receive it. Better yet, according to a YouTube video I watched yesterday - everything we do 3 days before and 3 days after the New Moon will set the tone for the future. How ironic is it that this falls right within alignment of my Text-Messaging detox.

To sum it up, I hate texting, as I mention below. I like this break from it so much that I don't know if I'll ever willingly go back to it. I'm very busy with other things. I realized that freeing myself from my phone/texts actually gives me more time during the day to get shit done and less time to spend freaking out about not having enough time. The texting is a distraction - even if I'm using it to make business plans. I don't know why it's only texting for me, not social media, not email, nothing but texts. Anyways, I do feel calmer without it. However, still struggling with panic attacks. Another one hit today when I left PT. Don't know what the culprit was. Although I am thinking, my PT says it's time to run - the first thought of running for me is a dislocated knee. It scares me so much that I literally cried about it 3 times today. I want to be athletic but my body has been through so much trauma it's really hard to trust that (After 2 MPFL surgeries) it won't pop out again. Ah just writing that freaks me out omg.

So okay I really need to get on with this nap and leave you with this. Think about it. Let it resonate.

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