I sat with ALL the feelings this week as some of this unraveled. That 4 of Cups yesterday: a client asked “when will I achieve my dreams” and the reality is - the only thing in the way is your own illusions. It HURTS when they crash down, but it’s a blessing in the long run.

Also possibly just a way to exercise patience while reversion to the mean kicks in 🤷🏻‍♀️ but from my experience I do think there’s more than that happening.

So far I’ve been having more super vivid dreams than I typically do. Maybe these will be good fuel for the kinds of in-flow short stories I used to write in college (when I was also this tired.)