Dreams

About a month ago I had a dream that I died....today. Yep I dreamed I died on September 26th. Not sure why, or how, but that was the story. This has, of course, caused me masses of anxiety and to over analyze every little bit of life - telling friends to make sure the 6 year old doesn't get tattoos until he is 25 or start smoking. To make sure the 9 year old exercises and knows that he is loved. It is like planning your own funeral - that is NOT going to happen (note to self when you dream of dying or a specific date of dying it means that your life is in change..duh - google that shit)

If something freakish would happen (I do have that drive home from work) I think I would leave you with this.....

My 31 year old life lessons and/or observations: DON'T put shit in your face - you will look plastic and dum-ba. There are no quick changes - real changes take time - for weight loss, drink more water, eat less, move more - for "life" changes don't be afraid to stand up for yourself, those who love you always will & will tell you truths even if you don't want to hear them. Radiate peace and love and eventually in ways not even known to you peace and love will find it's way back. Laugh....a lot...mostly at yourself. Most important don't be afraid to be you - you are unique and amazing just as you are now right this minute - have more faith in you.- and that would mean have faith in the fact that the sky is still blue above you and the ground is still solid beneath you, you are going to die one day - but today is not that day so rock the fuck on...and really I am too pretty to die right now - yeah my bangs are a little screwed up (don't cut bangs yourself)...but I got stuff going for me.