Hey!

 Fate has a way of turning you towards things that you are really meant to do. 

It's time to turn to the very thing that I've been running from for years. 

I gave it a little try, gave it some time, from a safe place and a safe base I started trying my little business. Now I realize that it's time to stop being scattered and unsure. 

I have a gift. 

I can help people see the world in a different way than they might be used to. It's time to use that gift, not under someone's wing, careful to stay out of the public eye. Not for a little bit of time, just a few hours of the day once in a while. Not for the next six months till I move on. 

This is something I need to start and stick with. 

I think that this could be exactly what I really, truly, want to do.

And hey! Maybe it will work out this time. 

I will do ALL I can.

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