Welcome back,

It is Thursday, autumn has begun, and I am again sitting in a receptionist chair. I see how this has come full circle, as I created this blog over 2 years ago at my first receptionist job. I have lived many lives between then and now. Weeping and longing, twirling and creating, adventuring and exploring, reading and casting magic up into the stars, just remembering who I really am. Personal writing tends to lead back to our common clichés, though I am one of the believers of clichés being cliché for a reason.

Despite the human instinct to make sense of how it is I got here, I see little value in returning to the past. Though I do value description of now, and daydreaming about where I am going. Flying through journals like wildfire, for whatever reason I am inspired to return to my once-abandoned blogging habit. Blogging is simply creative, glorified journaling. So I will type these words, not in steel, but into the internet, where nothing is trusted, and things are rarely found if not shared.

So, this is where I am: gulping a dirty chai tea latte with bacon gruyere egg bits marinating in my tummy. Answering questions and sorting mail, playing funk instrumentals on the Samsung television and dancing solo in the lobby. Treated with respect, kindness, and much love from all those around. Known as "the queen of wearing whatever the heck I want," and loving every second of it. Wearing crystals and symbols of creation, peace and love. A minimum of three patterns and bright colored, flowered blazers sometimes with a mushroom pendant. Really attracting soul friends and divine partnerships everywhere I go, sharing synchronistic moments and at night, listening to my downstairs neighbor play the guitar and sing acoustic versions of songs I know. It is really nice to be me and live the life that I do.

There is something about writing that really amplifies my being the main character of my own life. After all, my physical reality does in fact revolve around me. Everything that is being revealed to me is being revealed to me in this exact moment in time, in this way, through these eyes, for me. Just as your experience is for you. I love to write the story, tracking the journey with artful words that will never truly touch the elated emotion of pure, self love and oneness with all parts of self. It is still fun to reach for the words. Part of me thinks I will want to remember these moments, part of me is also striving for being a primarily future-focused person.

Something in me just loves to work as a receptionist. There is something about working with the primary purpose of being an uplifter, a contact for assistance, a light to spread love, a "hello!" and "one moment, I will transfer you." There is something in being the character in others lives that is constant smiles, sunshine and rainbows. The regular mail guys, sandwich delivery gals, quilters and hippies coming from all over. It is like I am in a role playing video game. I am the character you can tap or click on and decide between "offer a polite smile," and "stop to chat." I am happy either way.

On top of that joy spreading, I am able to read and write, decorate my journals with swirls, peace signs, squiggly lines and hearts all over. I read full novels, scientific studies, poetry and books on Universal Laws. It is a simple job that offers plenty of happiness, and an abundance of freedom to do what you're drawn to when the time is free. And it always is.

I suppose this is my welcome back post. I am writing for me, and my joy. I am typing because I have written by hand so much, I want to expand further. I am writing because there are continuous waiting periods of life, when all that must be done is stay in a state of feeling good long enough for the momentum to build and break through to a manifestation. And I always feel good when I write, it welcomes a fluidity to my movement, a battery charge for my smile, and a sense of sacral satisfaction. It is this form of creativity, that is my habitual, unconditional love. There is no choice but to be aware of how I am feeling when I am writing, and my emotional compass is my greatest tool. I intend to continue to write and share here, documenting my journey that I am out here joyously living. Just for me!

There will be one rule: have fun with it. So welcome back, Stephanie, to the blogging days.