Continuing on from yesterday’s five questions for deep thought, we are on to questions 6-10.
What are you FREAKISHLY good at?
I think you all know this but in case you’re new here, I talk to angels. (Says they call her out by her name)
They speak back to me, which is a really fun party trick unless you’re in a room full of atheists in which case, not so much.
I can hear Spirit Guides, Archangels, Divine Ascended beings (of the Jesus-level variety), sometimes those who has passed on and always my goddaughter Lauren. I’m a fabulous clairaudient because I hear them as if we were having a conversation. I make a lovely living doing this work and teaching others how to do it as well.
I am a freak. I know.
What’s one dream that you’ve tucked away, for the moment? How come?
That I will live in a house on the water. It seems like we’ll live here (close enough but not ON the water) for most of our future days. But I still dream of having a house by the ocean with my office window facing the water so I can do my woo-work and gaze out into the sea.
What are you STARVING for?
Just by my not sharing the real answer, you might be able to guess so let’s pretend I said something different, mmmkay?
I am starving for discipline (not the sexy kind but the “get your shit done and feel good” kind). I always want to blame it on the dogs but they’ve only been with us a couple years and the lack of the big D has followed me all my life. I get bursts now and again and that will have to do.
If you could have tea with one fictional character, who would it be?
I know Gal would pick someone lofty but I’ll just have to go with Bridget Jones. I like her and we could spend the afternoon goofing off and whining. She’d be a good whining buddy.
Do you have a morning ritual?
Yes and it involves two cups of coffee and two hours of web surfing time. (High maintenance on the internets, there)
I’m not so lofty; I was thinking Jo from Little Women. Or, even though she’s not fictional, JBKO. Some of her letters to a priest — not her priest, an Irish priest she met as a teenager and confided in over a span of 15 years — are going up for auction. I’m dying to read them but feeling kind of ooky about it and would like her permission.
I know what you mean about discipline. Boy, do I ever! As I’m now 56, I wonder when this wave of self control and motivation will wash over me. Common sense tells me it never will, but hope springs eternal.