Okay, I think 'The Secret' is just about as lame and gimmicky as a book can get, no offense to its die-hard fans out there who insist that the Law of Attraction is all but meta-physics, but I have to admit that these days, the winds seem to be blowing in some nice little surprises straight out of my wish list.
Exhausted (and exhausting) old boss - leaves.
Beatific new bosses (note plural and hence less room for exhaustion)- arrives
Up and coming projects - show promise, rapidly morphing into REALITY.
The bald spot on my temple- finally closes in.
Blogger templates- get smarter and prettier.
My enneagram is the same as some really talented people- Michael Jackson's (RIP) and James Dean's (RIP). Bright future.
A (nuclear) family reunion is being planned. YAYYYYY.
All my nightmares these days are merely logistical.
While excavating the ruins of the blogosphere circa 2006-2009, I tripped over the bony remains of this blog. Hurrayyy, one hundred and seventy two posts of delightful, grammatically perfect flaff for my reading pleasure.
Its a good week, so far.
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