Tune In
Let’s think about how that could even happen.
Tune in to what? Is there something different I would be interested in tuning to?

I’ve already got my picks and no time to give to something I may not be into.

Not interested, thanks though. I’ve got my hands full.

That’s where I was until a meltdown.
And now I’m hearing, ‘Tune in.’

Something keeps telling me to tune in and keeps saying,’ Tune in.’,’Awesome.’

Interesting.

I’ve heard it ever since I got upset a month ago and wished there was some better to feel than how I feel about myself when I go out.
I often got dead inside about the supposed fun places and friends I’m at and with. I was in my head a lot, posing.
And I was afraid of how everyone would see me if I let on that I was not having a good time.
I thought I was good enough at the pretense and robo-blowhard technique and I hardly ever got asked why I looked sad.
It occurred so stupid that  one night to me for some reason, that I freaked and I got extra-disgusted at me this time.
‘This is bull, complete bull, and I’m sick of this and I don’t want to go through this garbage like I’m in the twilight zone all the time’, I screamed inside.
The next day, for some reason, I was in a weird mood. Not bad, though. My mind was going to places that were interesting and newish and that’s cool.
And something in me kept focusing me on new ideas about new things. Cool. No problem.
I was kind of on a new wavelength, and it was fascinating, and I didn’t mind.
I somehow just wanted to keep going with it, whatever it was like, since it felt better than the constant  head-fake I was signed up to do before. And I was getting interested in reading and hearing more new stuff that just felt like an upswing. It was definitely better and different.
And it felt good and the right thing to go to. And I was sensitive to that feel. And it kept on being there when I focused on that kind of stuff, and I really liked it. I kept being okay with leaning toward tuning into the feeling that certain new ideas were putting out. And interesting things kept popping up, no end to them and something all the time. Wild.
I kept and keep wanting to be tuned in to an idea that feels good and makes me think of myself as on a wavelength that’s more like what it’s supposed to be like.

And now it’s a real pleasure to. And I’m finding out some more things.

And somehow getting so upset with things that night started it.