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There’s been so much drama lately from all the highs and lows it’s enough to make a sane person get a small glimpse into what bi polar must look like.
And it’s not pretty.
Going from one end of the spectrum to the other and back and forth day after day, month after month cannot be healthy for any prolonged length of time. Talk about feeling emotionally depleted from the extremes when all you crave are the lulls and balance of harmony that you once knew.
But that’s the ups and downs of life I guess. It sure is funny the way that old universe keeps trying to tell me something….only I’ve yet to figure out exactly what it is. Especially vexing for a Capricorn who just likes to have the practical answers to things so she can deal with them accordingly and move on.
I’m not just talking about the things I write about like pugs and babies but other things going on behind the scenes that I don’t even delve into here. Things that would be comparable to say….hitting the lotto on the play 5 and bragging to all your friends and family about it…..only on the morning you go to redeem your ticket you realize that you lost it and have absolutely no proof that it ever existed. Even though you won the prize you’ll never get to collect your reward. Things of that nature…
I keep looking for the grand cosmic lesson that I’m supposed to take away from all of this. I know there must be one. But when I actually go to my “quiet place” where I tune out all worldy distractions, when I open my heart and mind to welcome the divine message into me….for some reason the only thing that keeps popping into my head is that Kanye West rap song..
N-now th-th-that that don’t kill me, Can only make me stronger
I need you to hurry up now
Cause I can’t wait much longer
I know I got to be right now
Cause I can’t get much wronger
Man I been waitin’ all night now
That’s how long I’ve been on ya
Maybe the universe is trying to tell me that I missed my true calling as an angry white gangsta bitch.
There’s still time.




Pugsley: aka, the Sausage.
Lori: Loves Pugs. Writing. Food and Fashion.