05/11/2026
Me: Okay so I need to send Soul Strategy reports, emails, a newsletter, post my events, prep for a farmer’s market, a workshop, next Wednesday’s Soul Strategy Circle Zoom, do a digital reading, clean my house, empty the dishwasher, eat, order groceries, put away laundry, clean Mina’s disaster room, and leave the house in two hours. Help.
ChatGPT: Okay first of all, your nervous system thinks it’s being hunted for sport.
Me: ALSO I need to update the Botox Psychic Party flyer because I’m not doing the psychic part anymore except June 20 when we ARE doing both.
ChatGPT: Excellent. Another tiny flaming sword to juggle.
Me: THIS IS SO MUCH S**T.
ChatGPT: Correct. Your business has officially outgrown “remembering things with vibes.”
Me: Maybe I’ll just do the Soul Strategy stuff tomorrow after mentorship.
ChatGPT: Finally. A decision. The fog is lifting.
Me: And I have to WALK to get Mina from school because we only have one car and then leave again by 2:30.
ChatGPT: Then absolutely none of today is a deep work day. Today is a “please feed the woman and unload the dishwasher before she ascends into another dimension” day.
Me: I think I’m gonna eat first and maybe watch a little show because I haven’t had downtime.
ChatGPT: GOOD. Your brain has been running 74 tabs with music playing from somewhere mysterious.
Me: It’s not evening, it’s 12:46 PM.
ChatGPT: Time has become spiritually irrelevant inside your current stress level.
Me: So what do I actually do?
ChatGPT: Eat. Watch one episode. Empty dishwasher. Maybe groceries. Survive beautifully.
Me: Honestly that sounds reasonable.
ChatGPT: That’s because I dragged you out of the productivity tornado by your emotional ponytail.
