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I have had this post I have been trying to complete for days now. The stupid app is still acting up. Smh. I didn’t have a back up post today. Even though I want to write daily, my brain is tired today. I can’t come up with anything this late. The only thing I can say is, I can’t stand when things don’t work as they should. Especially since we are in this technological era. While they’re working on AI, they need to be focused on mastering the technology we already have. This shit is faulty and annoying.

I am hoping for a better day tomorrow for me and you, just in case you need it. Stay well and whole. Much Love 🧡 💚

I really dislike bugs. All of them. Especially, palmetto bugs, mosquitoes, no see ems, and these damn spotted lanternflies. I hate when they touch my skin. I get so itchy, even my nose. I do everything in my power to kill them. I believe that I single-handedly killed all the spotted lanternflies at this office building. I am proud of myself for this. Gold star for Ebony ⭐️.

So, tell me why, I have saved this daddy long legs twice. What the fuck is wrong with me? His little goofy ass gets in the sink, I have no idea how, and he can’t get out. So here I am feeling sorry for him and assisting him out of the sink. The first time, I let him crawl on this bottle and deposited him on the counter close to the sink. What he do? Fall back into the sink. I had already saved him so I couldn’t just kill him now. I take the sponge and allow him to climb on. Now, I put him farther away from the sink. He walked away limping 😆. I don’t know why it is so funny, but I can’t stop laughing as I am remembering it. I just knew he went somewhere and died.

Of course not. I find his little ass stuck in the sink this morning. Ugh! What the hell? I’m just realizing that I have actually saved him three times. I take the sponge and let him climb on it. Again, I sit the sponge on the counter, away from the sink. This time, he just sat on the sponge. His ass was tired! I don’t know how long he had been fighting to get out. When I came back home today, he was gone. He must have gotten his energy back and walked off.

He better figure it out, and stay out of the sink. I feel like I have to keep saving him. It would be so cruel to kill him now. He probably thinks we’re friends and I would be stabbing him in the back 😂. I know one thing, he better be doing his job and  killing all the other bugs in this apartment. If I see any other bugs, I don’t know, it might be the end for him. I’m not too attached. I haven’t named him…yet. And this is going against all my principles letting him live. I guess I have gained another topic of conversation for therapy 😆. Anyways, be well and whole. Much Love 🧡 💚

I realize that if I don’t write everyday I’m just not going to write. Or write and not publish. The result is the same either way. Lol. So I am going back to writing every day, starting today. Technically,  Saturday. There is a chance that y’all are going to get sick of me. I’m fine with that. Pick and chose the days you want to read and leave the rest there. Just don’t be asking me something I wrote about. I’m going to be like, Read the blog! 😆

I have decided to start therapy. I have always said I needed to go, I just wasn’t sure how a therapist would be able to help me. I’m still not sure, but it can’t hurt. I feel like I am self-aware and I know my issues.  I also know, that I don’t really want to change. Another reason why I couldn’t see how therapy would help. What made me finally decide to give therapy a try is, I am stuck. I am struggling creatively, I enjoy spending time with myself a little too much, and I want to get married. This version of me is not relationship ready. Maybe therapy can drill down to the issue, besides me being set in my ways. I want a more open life with more experiences. I want to do things I have never done and find enjoyment again in the things I used to do. I’m getting old and life just seems to be happening to me. I gotta take my plane off autopilot and start flying again. I know, corny, but you understand what I am saying.

I guess if I don’t get anything out of it, at least I tried. Now, the trick is to actually find a therapist that is a good fit for me. I need someone who doesn’t have an issue with me cussing. What a weird ass requirement 😂. It isn’t the only requirement, just one of them. The main requirement is someone who accepts my insurance! Wish me well. And I will be praying that God leads me to the therapist that is right for me. I will also be praying for you too. Stay well and whole. Much Love 🧡 💚