09/05/2025
September 5, 2025
Gratitude Journal
It has been a crazy month already. Can you believe that it is already the 5th if September? Time is just flying by.
August was finished in just a blink of an eye. It was a whirlwind of a month as well. Here's what it felt like to me.
August came in like a cosmic toddler with glitter in its hair and juice on its shirt, adorable but absolutely chaotic.
The Galactic Grids had been rerouting like Google Maps on a bad Wi-Fi connection, and suddenly we’re all getting “sleep days” that feel less like naps, and more like full-on spiritual comas.
You think you’re just going to close your eyes for twenty minutes, but boom~three hours later you wake up drooling with a download you don’t fully understand, but you know it was important.
August basically handed me a “Do Not Disturb” signs from the Universe and said, “Here, put this on your third eye, you’ll thank me later.”
Of course, with all these coma-level naps come those sneaky deep realizations, like spiritual plot twists in your personal Netflix series.
One minute you’re sipping tea, the next you’re sobbing about a childhood memory, then laughing because you finally get why that one relationship was never meant to work out.
It’s like cosmic whiplash~but with more glitter and fewer neck braces.
August’s vibe was~purge, release, upgrade, repeat~while also making sure you occasionally forgot what day it was.
Basically, the month was one big cosmic joke, and I was the punchline… but in the best “aha-but-I’m-enlightened-now” kind of way. ✨🌀😴
So here I am, On September 5th, the month is flying by.
Oh so far, the month has started off feeling so much lighter and brighter.
My dreams haven't been as dark and mysterious so far 🤞. Here's to keeping that up🧃.
But here is what has been occurring. Echoes and mimics are basically the Universe’s version of prank calls.
An echo shows up like, “Hey, remember that lesson you totally nailed in 2014? Let’s replay it just to see if you’re still enlightened, or if you’ve reverted to feral goblin mode.
Meanwhile, the mimic rolls in wearing a mustache, and sunglasses, pretending to be a new situation, but really it’s the same old theme in a different outfit.
Think of it like cosmic improv—same script, new wig.
The funny part is, every time they show up, I get to play detective in my own spiritual sitcom.
Am I seeing an echo, or am I dealing with a sneaky mimic trying to Jedi mind-trick me into repeating old habits?
Either way, it’s the Universe tossing me reruns as opportunities: “Here, laugh track included, notice how far you’ve come.”
Honestly, if life is going to keep recycling old material, at least it’s proof that I’m the star of the show, and not just the extra in the background.
So thank you September for keeping me on my toes.
Here's to all new beginnings🤗😘
