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Too many forks, not enough spoons

I came up with that phrase a few years ago (or whenever it was that I read the fork theory), and it so applies to my life right now. Lots of responsibilities (many of which I am simply letting drop to the wayside, though they need to be taken care of), and worry, so much worry. I’m stressed beyond words because it looks like there’s absolutely no way I can avoid re-entering the workforce, even though that pitchfork will send me crashing. And that means the physical pain (especially the new one) will cause issues that most likely will cause me to lose yet another job, and the thought of all of it has me on edge and running out of spoons almost before I even get out of bed (thanks, kitty, and your “I’m awake, why aren’t you, the sun is almost up and I need to be fed even though there’s food in my bowl” meowing every morning).

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I keep pretending something magical will happen and my schedule will be filled with retainer plans, and lots of 3-session packages, and everything will be fine. In reality, unless I win the lottery, I’m screwed. The clock is ticking and I can’t avoid what must be done anymore. The thought makes me want to scream and burst into tears because being let go from a job due to your body rebelling against whatever the hell it’s rebelling against makes a person feel like a failure. And means more frickin’ interviews, pushing myself to be extroverted when I’m far from it, and the whole damned merry-go-round. Again.

Then there’s the caregiver worries, such as what if he falls while I’m at work? What if he’s having one of the days where he can barely get out of bed or walk? How will he eat when he can’t make it to the kitchen? What if it’s a good day and he decides to go into the garage and hurts himself trying to do something he still thinks he can do no problem, but it leaves him immobilized for days, and I have to leave him alone for those days?

No wonder I can’t sleep lately. That and the fact that the minute I get comfortable and start to fall asleep, my legs decide it’s party time. Sigh.

Luckily I’ve been able to distract myself a bit with a Firefly marathon, lots of reading, and 3 sessions for someone with chronic migraines. Today (Sunday) is her last session. She’s away from home, so I haven’t been able to check in and see how it’s going on her end, but I know the energetic flow is really strong on mine.

I hope you’re all doing ok!

With hope and love,

Pip 🌻✨

PS: all 30-minute sessions (except for the Retainer Plan) are still 45-minutes for the same price until the end of May! Get your session(s) here!

PPS: I’m trying very hard to live by this quote I found recently (and foolishly didn’t write down who said/wrote it or what book it was in):

Bring me peace with what comes,

and until it comes,

peace with what is.

Energy Healing · Journal

Longer sessions, same price!

The last few sessions I’ve done have felt that they needed more time, and as I always ‘listen’ to what my hands say, they were 45 minutes each.

It got me thinking that things are so difficult in the world that we need more of a boost to our health than ever.

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So for the rest of the month of May, all 30 minute sessions (not including the Retainer) will be 45 minutes long instead of 30 – yes, that includes the 3 for $75 package, too. This gives me greater freedom, especially when there are two issues that need help, and if it’s only one, it allows me leeway to add in more heart work, which is how I love to end a session.

You can purchase your session here (they also make great gifts!).

If this goes well, I’ll keep the longer sessions, but the price will go up!

With hope and love,

Pip 🌻✨

Energy Healing · Health · Journal

It’s a gorgeous spring day

And I’m sitting in bed. Yesterday I was running an errand, and out of the blue my hips and legs decided they were done with the endeavor. I barely made it to the car, and getting in and out of it was extremely difficult. Fibromyalgia is an umbrella term for a cornucopia of symptoms, and I’m not sure if this is part of it, or it’s something completely new and different. Fun. Not.

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I really want to go outside and sit in the sun, especially since the air is ok today. The fires to the north of us are horrible, and I can’t even imagine trying to breathe in the smoke. It’s particularly disturbing because spring in New Mexico basically means ‘windy’, and with everything so dry, the fires have a lot to feed on. I hope they can get them under control, but it’s not looking good.

I haven’t been sending much light since I decided to stop offering to help for free, and this does not make me happy at all. Every time I tweet that it “fills me with joy” to help others, I’m not just saying that; it really does. It’s like the light/energy flowing through me also gives me a boost, too…and I miss it. A lot.

I’m still certain that my retainer plan is one hell of an amazing deal, but I haven’t forgotten that single sessions are important, too. I just want to help; that’s really what it comes down to.

I think I may see if I can make it to the porch and read for a while. Be safe out there, everyone…and please, wear your masks. You may not think it’s important for you, but it is for the vulnerable around you. We depend on each other, so let’s be kind and take care of others by being smart ourselves, ok?

With hope and love,

Pip 🌻✨

©Pip Miller – May 2022