I quit my job because I was super unhappy about it. I HATED driving there, looking for a parking space, logging in, lying to people, logging out and driving back home. Don't get me entirely wrong, I apprecited having a job, but I was so UNHAPPY. So I resigned my position one random day and I drove to the nearest beach. I drove and drove, I cried a little. I had no plan. What would be next? I don't effing know! I still don't know! But I feel better now. I am looking for the job of my dreams. But, what is it? What could it be?! Tutoring? Virtual assistance? Translation? Was I wrong for quitting without a plan? I feel like it isn't because I'm free now. But I am looking for a new adventure...
Last night I felt it. I felt my body jumping to another reality. I felt scared for a second, literally a second. Then I knew everything was OK. After I felt that, my body started to hurt a little bit. My back, neck and arms were the main parts of my body that were hurting the most. But I knew it was alright. I felt a sense of reassurance, and this feeling I've had twice this month. It feels good, I feel sure of who I am and what I'm capable of. But, last night was different.
I was probably very sensitive from watching a Netflix series (about NDEs, angels and a greater purpose) all day. My brain was still processing all that information and images, which I personally think was very well directed and produced. So, I went to bed to Family Guy and American Dad to ease my mind a little bit with laughter an nonsense.
I must have been dreaming about something intense because I felt myself asleep, or trying to, and then, out of the blue, I felt like I got out of my body an…
So when I was like 7 years old I swear I had a golden Cocker Spaniel. By the time this happened, and the time I discovered I never had one, I didn't know of the existence of multiple dimensions, realities and Mandela Effects. All I remember is having this dog, having her outside, a rainy day and having her for a couple of days and then someone apparently stole her. I even cried.
A couple of years after, I was maybe 17 we were talking about dogs and I said: "Oh yeah I had a Cocker Spaniel once, she was golden", and I proceeded to describe her features. And my mom replied with: "You've never had a Cocker Spaniel..."
What??? I remember having this dog and I remember the pain I felt when it was taken from me, and I also remember my brother telling me: "It's ok, you'll have other dogs". None of my friends at the time remember. I left that memory alone until now. Now it all makes sense.