I fucked up. Bad.Although at the time I thought I was offering a little help. A ahh nope not this time. Ans now I come to think of it, I do it often and quite well thats for sure. Well maybe in bigger jobs anyway.

Consequences. Get out of my own way. Reality. The reality is that I have no fucking clue what the hell I can do to make this better. I think I am moving on and struggling to grasp onto what that is.I have been doing good since my “rut” blog last week and truly thought yes we are going to get there and be this fantastic healer for the world. Mmm at present me thinks not. I have been working on me and getting things sorted here at home just like i needed to. And then this. Fuckup of the century.

I need to write this as I have tried to go to bed and i have laid there thinking of what is going to happen tomorrow,what do my guides think of me? And Dad where are you when I need a yarn? Progress was happening, should’ve known it is too good to be true!

So where to from here? I guess see whether I am still in tomorrow and whether there will be those consequences that I really am dreading. Who knows, when tomorrow comes maybe.

Until then peeps, or whoever reads these, I will try and have a peaceful sleep,

Pete x