Which alternate universe should I pick? I imagine that I am living my life in many different realities. I may be experiencing each one at any given time. I am a customer of Dr. Bronner and I do believe we are all one God. Perhaps that one God, Allah, Yahweh, Jehovah, Elohim, the same guy, is Me, living a human existence from all possible perspectives. I may be living all these lives at the same time and the show is occurring simultaneously as the past as well as the future. I am the stranger who holds the door for myself. I am the reason I am late because I distracted myself to avoid a disaster. I save myself. I make all of the choices and live out those lives in these alternate universes. The one where I live with little responsibilities off grid in the wild. The one where I am a corporate business lady consumed with my career. The 1950s house wife jacked up on Coca Cola. The famous published author and artist. The human and animal rights advocate crunchy mom to...
Every opportunity that has been presented to me that I have taken advantage of led me here to this moment... On the floor in my bathroom researching copywriting, freelance writing gigs, and content creation... Once again I am here trying to determine my niche and what would set me apart from other capable people. Which rabbit hole should I jump into and forget to climb out of? Spirituality, nutrition and health, occultism. Which hyperfixation have I experimented with sufficiently enough to claim expertise in enough to write about and profit on? It has become obvious that my niche is the power within myself that I have harnessed. I have proven to myself that I can achieve the societal conditioning ideology of success that was instilled within me. I have accomplished everything I have ever said I would and more. Too many times have I ended up here trying to find a way to exploit my inherent gift of writing before I snap back into my perfectly designed reality...
I am Jennifer. The eldest millennial daughter. First born, granddaughter, and niece. I came into this world to put an end to the continuation of generational curses. I chose to be born to a Karen and Robert. I chose for my brother to be Kyle. The universe reflects back at me as each of my previous family members played the role that now fits a stereotype society calls out. I some how managed to build my own picket fence and make all of my dreams come true. I have the nuclear family that American's have been idolizing since the 1950's. My husband contains all the attributes desired by a woman wanting a safe and secure happy family. He is supportive in all avenues I explore. He meets all emotional and physical needs. He is an involved parent. Animals and children naturally gravitate and find comfort in his presence. He will satisfy any need, regulate any emotional disturbance within me, and turn any of my ideas into reality. My husband is capable of handling any crisis. He has...
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