When it comes to aspirations, it’s not about ideas. It’s about making ideas happen. What’s your next step?

In 2010, it was about dream making. In 2011, it was about sticking to my boundaries. In 2012, it was about being true. In 2013, it was about embracing fear. In 2014, it was sitting my butt down and writing. In 2016, it was about leading. In 2017, it was about persistence. In 2018, it was about seeing the big picture. In 2019, it was about moving on (on my own terms). In 2020, it was about valuing the things (and people) I love. In 2021, it was about deciding the next thing. In 2022, it was about execution. In , it was about building the life that I want.

Well literally, it’s surgery to excise those terrible cells. Or as I have described it, clearing out the insurrectionists. It’s annoying that I just have to do all of this to kick them out. To tell them that they don’t belong.

In all the ways that I have written about this…I have to be completely literal this time. It’s not about metaphorically getting malignancy out. It’s not just wishing them out in my mind, meditating and believing that they can shrink, evolve, back to normal. It’s literally excising them so that they are no longer in the body.

In a different world, I could say that it’s a mental block that I want to cut out myself. But I am jealous of that, because there are no consequences. There’s no long-term damage or risk.

But I hope by doing this, by submitting my whole body for this exorcism that it means that my life will be open. But I didn’t even know that they were there. I didn’t even know that they had anything to do with anything. So wishing the best for myself. For this next step will come in less than a week now.