I had my psychic today and he did not tell me what I wanted to hear.
I was hoping he’d somehow justify my urge to flee, tell me he saw a beach or adventures in my near future, but even without his vision of my vision, I felt a clear calling. I will discuss the session at some point when I’m not too lazy to transcribe it (yup, recorded him!) and can eloquently process what I’m feeling.
The aftermath, however, was the desperate SVU-esque need to take a bath. I have lived in my apartment for almost four years and have taken only two other baths: Three years ago when I water damaged my phone bbming with a guy, the last one was a week ago for no particular reason and I realized, I should do this more often.
And then tonight. I poured in a packet of Joyful Bath Co.’s ‘Nilla Buttermilk Renewing Bath Salts and grabbed my over-highlighted copy of “The Art of Non-Conformity” (recently rediscovered); I read it until my upper lip started feeling steamy–I very rarely sweat.
I soaked as hot water turned to cold, as I drained out old and added new, and I read passages over and over again letting them marinate:
“You don’t have to live your life the way other people expect you to”; “Most people accept the status quo without question, sleepwalking through life, looking in from the outside.”
Then came the “Creating your Ideal World” section. I had drawn an arrow in the margins to this: “Write out your idealized, perfect day in great detail, beginning from what time you get up and what you have for breakfast all the way through what you do for each hour of the day and who you talk to. The more detail you can add to the plan, the better.”
I don’t know if I did this on the first read, though I wish I had scribbled it in the notes instead of looping, script amaaazing‘s and doodles of stars. Tomorrow I will…join me?