Can never have enough prepositions, to be sure.

I was going to write about what I’m doing, and the combination of all things, and how, in theory, it should be great and rejuvenating for the soul. To sum up, watching LOTR, writing on my blog, safe and comfortable, living at home.

I know that a good life needs a good mix of comfortability and its opposite, I suppose, discomfort? A bit ago, I asked my friend for a tarot card reading, the first I’ve had, asked for, etc.. My question revolved around asking how to get in the ‘driver’s seat’ of my life. And the cards he pulled and the explanations he gave me, were very eye-opening. It’s hard to describe.

Truthfully, when he did the reading [it wasn’t in person, he lives across the pond] I absolutely wept. A simple mind shift occurred, but it truly did wonders. ‘Coasting’ through life, what I have felt most ‘guilty’ of, still requires one to be in the driver’s seat. I have not crashed the car. I’m in the car, on this godforsaken mortal coil [it’s a goddamned pyramid scheme! with Frank right in the middle of it!]

Is it common to re-read blog posts as you’re typing? I would not wish anxiety upon anyone, but perhaps, there may be a select few. Good night.