28 Sep 26 I love this Energy...the Strumming has started. That crazy good place that tells you that in the distance, well, that is the Sun coming for you. To be fair, the last five months have just been bloody hard work. Like success is there, waiting, almost in touching distance, but just not quite. I do have to say though, these past months have been packed. Not like I normally work, but more specialized. More intricate. Like the details matter. Not that details don't. But normally I see the full and complete picture, and then work backwards, until I finally get to my base point of where I am physically standing, at this exact moment. This time, it has been more disjointed. Think of a jigsaw puzzle. I thought I had all the pieces, then realized I was building a bridge, not a river. Back to the drawing board. Finished the bridge, then realized there was a massive river in the background. That backed onto the ocean. With a cruise ship to the side. Seriously. True story. But as I kept going back, fixing one thing, tweaking another, re-fixing, re-tweaking, all of a sudden the hard work was 90% done. To be fair, Spirit did still throw a couple of curveballs which honestly, were a little, What-the-fuckity-fuck-fuck? But I've lived with Spirit a really long time now, so when I open an email from my Lawyer, which right up to that particular moment, there had been not one blip in the whole damn ocean, and now, in one 10 second read, our deal is over-rover-done-dead-in-the-water. Like, God himself couldn't breathe life back into that fucker. Well, you shut your laptop, say a massive, Thank you to Spirit, and slowly back out of the room. Twice that has happened now. Twice it super hurt, but still unbelieveably grateful. We didn't just dodge a bullet, we dodged an Ak47 with Sniper Scope. Blessed. But anyway, back to the Strumming. It's when you have all your ducks in a row. Those jigsaw pieces that were just refusing to fit...well, looky now. They don't just fit, they make all the other little wobbly bits fit too. All the red tape. The timing. The just doesn't quite... The tweaks that you had to start, before you even realized you needed to, because, well, the words didn't taste right, the colours were wrong, and the Touch was funky. Before the Confirmation came. And that, my sweet little cookie, after the Confirmation, but before Success sits in your sweet little hand, is the Strumming. Love always, T and Spirit xx
