New Day

I also bought a box of Great Value Fudge Mint cookies last night simply because they had wheat flour in them (inside joke). In fact, all the items I ate yesterday had a highly prominent wheat flour presence.

I’m just fine.

Was I healed/delivered from the condition, or did I fabricate the condition? The answer depends on each spectator’s beliefs and how they view me and matters of faith and spirituality.

Some issues may be genuine health issues, and others may be spiritual matters. Devious spiritual practices may cause a person to have random issues, and spiritual counter-practices may eliminate those issues.

It’s not up to me to decide what someone else believes about a situation. All I can do is write down what happens. Those who don’t believe in spiritual matters won’t believe in any type of healing that doesn’t require a “tangible” remedy. Those who do believe in spiritual matters might make the mistake of thinking that nothing requires a tangible remedy. It’s a case-by-case type of thing, and differentiating can be tricky.

My body has issued a full GREEN LIGHT to eating all things available except items I don’t ingest because of my faith (pork, etc.). The light has been green since (and probably way before) the first McFlurry, lmao. But I still need to take Loratadine to stop a nasal allergy flare-up to this day. Get the picture?

I never went to wash the clothes last night. I saved that task for today, right along with apartment cleaning, paperwork and personal item inventory, and calling all creditors to let them know I’ve been smashed and will need to do a “rest of this life” payment plan.

Some believe I am an arrogant person who thinks I’m “perfect” and “all that”. Others have (once again) been made to believe I’m a “narcissist” and so on. Then there are some who believe I have/had malicious intentions for doing certain things that might have just been innocent, passionate fun (certain work tasks).

I have zero energy to argue or dispute any of those points. I’ve already told my life stories, but some chose to gloss over the plethora of things I’ve endured in favor of highlighting my sins.

I’ve already shed a million tears, but some chose to fixate on a single ancient inappropriate laugh.

I’ve already walked a million miles with other people’s baggage on my back and dumpsters on my head, but apparently, I’m selfish for choosing not to carry any more.

I’ve already written a million words and done a million things that “weren’t good enough” for somebody for some reason or another.

It is what it is. I say continue to believe whichever narrative makes you feel more comfortable. I won’t try to stop you.

No one knows how much longer they will be on this earth. Maybe 20 years, maybe 50, or maybe only a day. Only the Almighty has that specific departure date.

I am choosing to spend the rest of my God-given time serving Him, serving others, and continuing to grow and better myself. That plan doesn’t involve repeatedly rehashing the past. It involves taking advantage of the lessons and growth opportunities presented in all the recent crapstorms and paving the way for a brighter future.