Reflection from February 10th, 2017 @ Age 35
And then, lastly, ‘cause I’m already PAST—the last “official” page, of this journal I began on January 30th, 2017 ;oD
I do not think it was a “coincidence” at ALL, that I just “happened” to be in the middle of a very extensive discussion with Kanye West on Twitter—when the news of Justice Scalia’s DEATH, rolled on out.
And, at LONG lickety last…
I *<3* my new Patina-brown, Italian-leather, Barnes & Noble Dragon journal I’m sittin’ here, writin’ in.
Okay, to bed—I go!
All of my love for now, and forevermore.
I was just reminded, of one of my last meetings with Dr. C—my psychologist who, after I’d decided (autonomously) to embark upon my mental-health legislative-advocacy journey—and had already in fact, begun the process, at the Ohio Statehouse, with Ohio’s Senate Civil Justice Committee…
“Do you know what happened to him, though?”
I suppose, referencing the fact—that he was, assassinated. She knew, all along(!)—exactly, what was happening. Sigh…
But, what was I supposed to do? Just all, sit AROUND—and continue to be terrorized by “America’s” anti-Christ situation? It was either,  kill myself—or,  stand UP, for what I believe in. And frankly, now—the rest is, *JUST* hi(s)tory.
Okay! I’ma go, just do—some 20-degree Dietrich walking.