A Not-So-Grand Time Of Those Gone Before & Happy News

Hello, my dear mermaid hearts,

This morning, I made another video for you on YouTube. I've been uploading unfailingly about the law of assumption and my mermaid cottage core lifestyle. If that interests you, I know you would love to subscribe. During the day, I visit the seaside, and in the evenings, I toil away on my new-fangled web design once everyone has settled in for the evening. I am entirely enjoying the moments of solitude. It has been bucketing down; therefore, i have been remaining indoors and have lit all of the kerosene lamps. I love how they flicker about bouncing off the cottage walls; it is such a heavenly delight, and the kittens are also bemused by them. I appreciate the fortes i am blessed with, and even when difficulties have strewn about, the Great Spiritual Creator has always guided me true north. 

This morning, as I meditated, i thought about all the beautiful notions that are unique gifts. There are many of us quite prone to constantly look outside at the world beyond us and catch our eyes upon others' gardens rather than tending our own. It all goes by so fast, and this life deserves to be remembered. Some would argue that being interested in the lives of others is a subjective notion; one woman's entertainment is another woman's outrageous and wasteful behaviour. 

At present, perhaps that is how the abundant weeds grow, for we've lost sight of the beauty of where we stand as women. It takes quite a woman to remove the distractions and begin to dive deep into the failings of our lives, and quite truthfully, this is why many women sustain the refusal to do so. It is of utmost difficulty to unravel the kitten's yarn ball of knottiness. Speaking of gardens, how often do gardening duties seem to escape us, or we've outright avoided them only to realise the vines and weeds have run wild.

Work is closing in on us like an abandoned cottage in the thicket, no longer capable of seeing through the windows. The realisation is that now there is even more internal work to accomplish. Yet, we've utilised many distractions rather than viewing our own lives by taking inventory, and now we are bound to occupy wasteful nonsense on stilts. This wastefulness is a tremendous travesty, for whilst we're focused on everyone else, those folks relish in their manifested demonstrations. The loop continues, and we evade our proper purposes as women and artists.

I've begun posting new videos on YouTube again, as I feel called to help spread my mermaid message of allowing women to rise to their true callings on the earth.

I wrote down all of the fun projects that i plan to have fun accomplishing for the year, and oh my, what a "Take Joy" moment I am having. I spend my time mostly quietly living out a cottage core lifestyle of spirituality and enjoying our little cottage. There were moments last year that had me in quite a conundrum. I was curious to know if we were coming or going, moving or not moving. This particular matter can be quite a displeasurable experience for an artist and, if permitted, can take a toll on oneself if we allow it. Don't you agree? Indecision is a fiddly thing, is it not?

Neville Goddard (or Daddy Neville, as i like to tease) spoke many times about folks in the field of spirituality; nearly all the content should be free. Neville did, however, allow for offerings or donations. Although they were not mandatory. He made the bulk of his money from his book sales, and he had an inheritance from his family's fortune. It should be free. He often said in his lectures that if someone is charging for spirituality (other than books or meetings where you can offer a donation to cover vendor locations), one should run for the hills. I agree, and Neville also states that this is how you can spot a phoney. That doesn't apply to an artist making a living; I'm speaking of spirituality and the religious kind. Spirituality is free and remains as such. In my desire and dream of creating The Carter Settlement, where folks will come to visit, enjoy tea and a lovely luncheon at the tea room, i plan to be financially independent (relying on my book sales, sale items, art, etc., and donations to the non-profit) I will not charge a fee. I do place ads on my YouTube videos, which is also acceptable. YouTube is a free platform. Please, my darlings, understand this is merely my opinion. Still, it is a wise way of settling my mindfulness and remaining true to my craft of transparency and centredness. 

In the olden times, spiritual folks were wise beyond most folks, and therefore, the authorities convinced the ordinary people that the spiritual folks, seers, and chosen ones were terrible. One must be cautious of them, and shunning them was best. In addition, spiritual teachers were admonished by the hierarchy to leave all their possessions, homes, and desires, claiming that being free of their ego is the way to help others. This tactic was another way to keep true spiritual leaders from prospering and have valid voices of profound abilities to support the movement of coming into oneself. That way, the leaders and those upon a pedestal had a way of keeping the wise, spiritually-minded folks under control and submission. It has worked and still does in many parts of the world, especially on lower dimensions of vibration. The exciting thing is I've had a near-death experience, and I know (not hearsay) that when we pass and transition from this world, many will be stunned to know it's not as severe as they think. Many will ponder to themselves, that's all it is, and i made such a big deal about religion, etc., but you can tell many people that, and yet they want no part of the truth; they want lies to their faces, pretending to be truths because that keeps them comfortable and unchanging. Many are called, and few are chosen because many refuse to do the work. Shame. Let's be honest: if a spiritual person has no financial independence, wealth, possessions or leadership, most people of large crowds will not listen to them. It is the popular ones the crowds listen to; this was a brilliant mind-controlling tactic, and it has worked for thousands of years worldwide. One will listen to someone as such, and this, my friends, is how the leaders kept the elevated vibrationally aligned people under submission and control. They created fear in them and continually reminded the people that to be among the meek, one must leave the world behind, and they shall inherit the earth. Bullocks! They spoon-fed Christians, and the meek and weak ate it by the cauldrons full. 

The other day, I narrated The Tale of Merrymaid Scarlette Rose and uploaded it to my YouTube channel; here is the link for you, my dear hearts. All we must do is remember we lean unto our Mermaid Inner Being, and it will lead us properly.

I have been writing the manuscript for The Little Mermaid's Transformational Tale, and many scales/ chapters are rising that I am going to share in the book. One belief I had for such a long time until I changed my belief system was that money equalled struggle, and it makes perfect sense why i would spend decades floundering to create an incredible income for myself. Thank goodness those days are behind me. Nothing feels worse than not being able to independently care for myself. I had that deep belief that I needed a man to save me, and that cycle kept swimming around me for entirely too long. Again, this is why I wholeheartedly know a woman must change her belief system. I've never struggled to make money, but where my belief of scarcity evolved was most definitely going back to my childhood. It's not always the fault of one parent; often, women use that role to their advantage because some women use the upper hand of remaining a perpetual damsel in distress; therefore, everyone must rescue her. Well, I am a woman who no longer needs to be rescued. I shed the scales of the woman I once was, and she no longer exists. If we are to BE the woman we desire, we must BE that woman in the NOW.

Act As If," as Neville Goddard writes in his books. My rescuer is the Great Creator. I want women to know their significance and utilise their strength. We are women, and we possess the power to create a human; therefore, there is nothing we can't do. This isn't a speech on the hilltop of feminism; it is a calling of mermaids. We are changing this world as we know it. We are creating an entirely new world. The changing of beliefs was the first thing I transformed in my new assumption tract. My darlings, if we do not modify our beliefs, we will struggle all our lives. Once we change the belief, we change the outcome.

We are always young enough to change and achieve our dreams. I do not care if you're one foot in the watery grave; you still have a choice. What is yours going to be? You'll return, reincarnate, and do it all again. My dear friend that could not sound more unreasonable to the aerials. 

Several years ago, I did internal reverse engineering; therefore, I won't bore you to the olympic degree; however, I hope to assist you in showing you how to change your money beliefs for good and sustaining those beliefs for the rest of your life. You can look into your life and realise how you feel about money. Do you feel abundant? Are you abundant? If you are financially secure (not on your spouse, but you as a woman), do you feel like a meiser, constantly trying to save money? Do you feel unworthy of having cash and either hoard cash and never do anything with your money that would fulfil your childhood dreams, or do you constantly rid yourself of your money because having money feels petrifying? Continually spending is a sign of a worthiness issue. If you don't feel worthy of having and possessing financial prosperity, you will subconsciously spend every penny. The other state of mind is also a sign of low self-worth. Are you constantly telling yourself I can't afford that, that's too expensive, etc? I'm not sure about you, but when I accepted that I was always making excuses for myself or blaming others, I was sick and tired of my predicament. When i divorced my ex-mate, i could easily make perfect money, though my self-worth got in the way, and I recycled olde stories until I reprogrammed my subconscious mind. It would eventually revert to me having an empty bank account. It's never how much a person has or makes; the self-belief that the person holds is crucial to change. 

I am so very much looking forward to us as Stillwater~A Petticoat Society and all of the ways we will make the world magical—a world of discovery, magic, fairytales, and happiness. You should think yourself lucky. "Take Joy," my dear hearts. I love you!

Most affably yours til my next swim, Razz

Trusting Your Gentle Heart; A Lantern Along The Path

Good afternoon dear mermaid hearts, 

One must learn to trust by letting go of the shiny bits and baubles, silvery shimmery sparkling requests, plans of improvements, those moments of waiting to launch, and the pernickety pressures of go-go-go persevering without caution, and make one's little chipmunk nest larger and vastly grandiose than any others on Instagram, shop til' one drops, subscribe to this, sign up to that site, create a new account on that new-fangled electronic app and that beat will go on.

One might wanderlust at why I've taken to the old-timey ways of living (as much as humanly possible whilst living temporarily with my folks) whilst also turning away from the big black box, exiting screens, wearing modern clothes, closing out old cycles, no longer attempting to save others by being a people pleaser, unhealthy relations by swimming back to what I know intuitively to what I know best, which is myself a truly quieter beauty of life. 

I'm more interested in leaving a bequest (legacy) for future generations, my storybooks, my artwork, and my mindset teachings that will have blessed the planet and proceeded to a continuum. I have a gift of loveliness that my dear sweet mum assured me that I possessed all my long live days since childhood. In my autumn years, I realised that what to believe about myself was not at all true of what other folks invented of me. The truest nature of me as a young lass has always existed as a loving and gentle person. It is a bewitching hour that as we become older and more devoted towards loving ourselves, we begin to see others without rosehip glasses, and once removed, those same souls' dirt and ash have caused tarnishing. They lost their illuminating shine long ago, resembling the pretty ocean fishes, but appear more like the leathery black slick eel or piranha. 

 

Perhaps they do not wish disfavour, but glad tidings they do not wish either. It took me some time to abide that folks can be harsh, cold and unfeeling in this world, and though I know this for I've taken my logic pills, it remains fever-pitch disheartening. I am taking it in stride tho', for the big blue marble is far more generously charitable for being ripe and as full of a bread basket of all-encompassing love than it is not. 

I am becoming more myself as each blue cornflower sky passes me with rainbow clouds above the eternal heavens bridge; I love my dress, the way the morning dew tips my olive green 1850s prairie handmade house dress as it flows whilst I tend the kittens, cottage bunnies and garden. I am a queen and priestess in my little landlocked realm of heaven on earth. Why would I muddle it up with unpleasantries, the world's demands, olde, worn out and tired stories that folks use on rerun when the voyage I am on is surely a mermaid's charming delight? 

This little light of mine, im gonna let it shine, let it shine, let it shine, let it shine. A lantern to light the way. 

This here ole' lil' mermaid has found her voice again. 

All my upbringing of living in love has never forsaken me. Nor will it, ever.

I hope you spend a moment of solitude today listening to your inner voice without blemish and trusting your dear beautiful, gentle heart. Accept the delicateness of your inner child that has so longingly wanted to be assuringly trusted and lovingly adored; trust she will lead you aright, and she will. 

My love to you each, dear friends. Have a beautiful heart-filled day, and we shall chat tomorrow. 

Most affably yours til my next swim, Razz

A Good Victorian Spring Cleaning (And A Few Gentle Suggestions About The Mute Feature On Instagram)

I am an incurable optimist. May I offer you the compliments of glad tidings and a variety of thoughtful notions I learned at the weekend? I hope that said notions will flower your library of contemplation.

Whither And How (All That I Go To Find Is My Lost Self)

In rare form and on occasion, I will receive a rather harsh message on our jovial outlets (social media). One such occasion occurred a few days heretofore on Instagram, where I received the most odious and presumptuous unkind judgement about my accent, my beloved husband and my lifestyle. At the risk of my happiness and unquestionable rejection, I read the news with a resolve to soothe myself as I being who I am; quite the optimist and took no offence to the laid remarks.

Dare To Bare With Your Tail Fanned (I'm Not The Only Mermaid In The Sea)

Me and Anita at the Red Mule Pub.

Good morning dear merfriends, 

May I put in a word for trying to remain friends and share my debate on women (mermaid) friendships? Yesterday was February second, also known for the Victorians as Candlemas. I'll share more about that tomorrow, but for now, I wanted to expand on the friendship post I wrote about here. I also wish to bring you up to date on that experience.

I wouldn't be a very promising teacher if I didn't share with you my verity. It's nice to experience the beauty in life and all of the lovely moments of female friendship; still, I also feel entitled to put up a severe discourse as I think women's intimacy in speaking deeply about friendship is not terribly common. Many ladies feel uncomfortable being placed in an attitude of in-depth conversations. Life isn't perfectly curated, and there will be moments life can throw us into the undercurrents, and we must navigate those waters when this occurs. I think being transparent and genuine with you creates a bond between us. I have learned that when I feel a shaking of the ground I stand on, experiencing something first-hand, I might not always come straight out with it, not because I'm fearful of being held up in ridicule or the showing of my vulnerable side, but because I've grown. I realised that if there is instability if I speak too hastily, I cannot teach accurately as my emotions will get the better of me, and that creates misunderstanding. Like all of us, I'm human, and I've grown to understand more clearly how our sensory apparatus works. 

Okay, let's jump in the box, back to the friendly conversation. 

When I wrote the post (Allow Me To Gush) about my friend T, I thought all was well with us two; well, on my side, at any rate. However, through a series of events, I soon learned that T was continuing to harbour unkind feelings towards me, and I knew not where from which they were stemming. I have no inkling what T was or is experiencing in her world, and this is where the waters become muddled. Not only with T but with lady friends, in general. When a person is struggling, we, as kind folks, begin to create assumptions about others based on our beliefs instead of talking them through. Now they could absolutely be the furthest from the truth, but assumptions are created and must demonstrate themselves on the external. I am responsible for my part and come what may, I will always take responsibility for my actions. I met T before my self-concept beliefs changed about friendships, so what our friendship initially represented changed from my end. Thus as a universal law, invariably, the friendship (just as any relationship) would dissolve. Allow me to impart an example on this score as If I'm speaking to my Christian friends. In the word, it says of those "equally yoked", which means that those who are not of equal energies will not by vivacity alone be able to coincide for long unless there is an equalling in the vibration of one or the other.

One must acclimate to co-exist with the other. As I began to develop new assumptions and a more positive self-concept, no longer believing my olde storey about friendships, T still had those same beliefs herself. However, I saw my reality and perspective in a new way.

I wouldn't be able to reside for long as her friend. Not because neither of us is "better" than the other, but because two opposite energies cannot align for extended intervals as energies are based on an individual's state. Our world is managed by vibrational energy. Have you ever watched animals in the wild? They, by nature, work off of vibration at all times. Have you ever wondered why they do certain things? Animals in nature (and all animals to the degree they've not been domesticated) are in complete alignment; they do not have resistance like humans. In physics, energy is a property of matter and can be transferred between objects and converted in form. It cannot be created or destroyed. Everything in the universe is made up of matter and energy. (I know, I know, it sounds soooo scientific, that's because it is dear friends.) One cannot deny it; it's likened to gravity. You know it's there, but how often do we ponder our make-up as humans in the same way as anything else in our big blue marble. I can answer that for most, not much at all. So many like to separate science into a category all its own; however, when you really begin analysing it more thoroughly, the resonance of internal knowing fills one's heart with an understanding. 

If we can come to a place, talk things through, and accurately feel what's suitable for us as friends, we will bring true unity. This notion of peace is what inspires me daily. I have such a love for ladies and those who are my friends. I want us all to be friends, and It's my truth that we have more aspects alike than differences if we can communicate and possess the solid concept of self-love.

I wrote the friendship post about T, and she once again refollowed me back on Instagram. However, I didn't communicate with her at that time, asking why she unfollowed me to begin with, which is what I should have done. Instead, I made light of it. Now mind you, this sounds trite, but I'm from the mindset that this is a beautiful way of seeing how we can become accountable and bring forth discussions on the mental welfare of women and girls. The avenue is from Instagram, and this is a beautiful discussion to be had.

I do not look at social media (Instagram) from the standpoint that it's terrible and we should run away from our feelings, although this is a form of rejection and fear when one blocks and unfollows. These types of actions on Instagram are always a deep-rooted self-concept belief. Instagram is beautiful in that way; it brings forth a narrative that has long been ignored, which is the lack of self-love for many folks. For far too long, the world has done this, which perpetuates division, not healing. The world looks at things from the external standpoint (as in all the problems are out there), outside of self. I see things from an internal perspective. When one person loves themselves with absolute clarity, the single power in one human being has more power than millions of people who are not aligned.

I was the peacemaker in childhood, just as my mother was in her family dynamic. So instead of holding everyone accountable for their actions, I would minimalise and take responsibility for myself and everyone involved, which creates a co- pendency and a saviour mentality. From my female role models, this originated for me that women were considered beneath men, not beside them. Another striking acknowledgement is that I am the oldest child, so I took on that role as the fixer, especially when my father was having an alcoholic meltdown. It wasn't a happy time, and I felt responsible for creating a safe environment for my younger siblings. Isn't it amazing how we as children learn to adapt to even the most uncomfortable state of affairs? (A side note, now my dad and I have an excellent relationship. He has been sober for nearly 40 years, and there has been immense healing. Smile. An encouraging notion on that score is that all things are possible, and no circumstance cannot be changed. Circumstances do not matter. )

I must say, we are unique human beings. I am astonished at the strength of beautiful children and human beings as a whole.

Where was I in the friendship conversation? 

Oh yes, back to T and I. 

There was no open conversation about T and her contribution to what she was doing in the friendship. It's never a one-way street. I attracted her, and she subconsciously attracted me. If we were to have met in the middle, we could have made a go of it overall, but T just fled and ducked out, which has been rather unfortunate. I do not accept responsibility for her role, which can be difficult at times because we have a tendency to want to blame others for the goings-on in our own life. I've happily moved on, and I realise that T will have to make amends with her heart at some point, but I was not meant to be that person for her, even though I learned quite a bit from the experience, so I am forever appreciative. I talked with my dear friend Anita yesterday at the pub, and we both agreed that a good chat over tea and so often the walls of misunderstanding crumble. After a deep conversation with a friend, one might come to realise that anything can change in an instant. I am the God of my reality, so if I wanted to manifest that friendship back with T, I have the power to do so. May you be mindful that everything is salvageable, and nothing remains permanent. Folks come into our lives sometimes as seasonal friends, and that's a lovely thought. I've realised not everyone I meet has to become my friend forever and for eternity. I take responsibility for all of my past friendships, and I send them peace and happiness. 

I have changed and improved my self-concept by listening to my new beliefs at night. In the past, If a friendship went bust, I would obsess about it. I would notice every little thing if they blocked me on social media, etcetera, and so forth, but now I never do that, and I feel proud of myself in that aspect. I've recently attracted so many women into my life, and our petticoat society is proliferating; it's quite extraordinary! The ladies showing up are also similar to me in that they are eager to grow and expand within their lives and want to teach their children how to become their best versions. It's so beautiful to see these gorgeous souls showing up. I am your reflection, and you're mine. Isn't it beautiful how universal law works like that? If we want to see what we are feeling and thinking, we simply look to our reality and what presents itself is what we are externalising. An accurate report card indeed. 

I hope for this post to bring you rich delights and a more thorough understanding of me as a person, as well as a reflective moment of the beauty that resides within you. 

Most affably yours til my next swim, Raquelxxx

Change Is Afoot At The Cottage

Despite all that is occurring most notably in the world, I focus on my capabilities of finding joy and last evening was no different. You may think in reading my blog that I'm fashioned towards keeping my head in the sand and blissed-out living, and you are quite right. Here's my thought on it before proceeding into this post.

Acting As If, Where Our Money Beliefs Originally Set Our Life’s Course And How To Shift The Sails

Ninety per cent of a personal transformation is self-awareness.

I recall several years ago when I would listen to Abraham Hicks (law of attraction speaker) teachings on Acting As If, I truly felt it was an impossibility for me. That simple statement played out precisely as expected; however, I decided not to wallow in lamentation.

Rachel Hollis: Girl, Tell the Truth! {Actually, You Did See This Coming}

The other day I came upon my dearly Beloved Gardener watching Good Morning America. Besides Downton Abbey continuously on an endless loop, I'm not much of a tele watcher; however, I did happen to see Rachel Hollis's segment promoting her book "Didn't See That Coming." 

Your Manifestational Life Should Be Like A Maiden Voyage {Or Better Yet, The Eating Of An Icecream Cone}

I feel as if I'm a fish back in the water, which is wholeheartedly supreme. I felt quite ill yesterday, and it turned me rather right into creating a lovely metaphor post about our life's primary voyages and disembowelling the notion of enjoying the voyage. I'll not savour its delights for another day. I wanted to share it with you now.

A Feather In My Cap And Explanation Of My New Found Understanding

I am going to speak my heart, and if you understand this message is meant for you. A fortnight ago, I had fallen apart and began wailing on like a schoolgirl who couldn't make my dolls cooperate. Something happened; I felt such a lack of reason as I had begun to muddle my manifesting priorities. I had tried this and that, but oftentimes my desires were unyielded. It triggered apart of me no end. I'm never down for long, however, at that moment my plight to understand my frustrations on manifesting inconsistency gave way. I began tampering with ideas and techniques of such practises that I had used that did, in fact, work. I then began cutting the fat, so to speak on the processes that I knew weren't tools that increased my advantages of manifesting consistently.

The Art Of Connectivity And What Instagram Taught Me About My Vibration

As I lay in my sleeping room bed, all nestled in, something inside of me had shifted. I looked over at my beloved husband with salted tears, and said, "I've such a longing for connectivity with so many people, Jeffrey. I have a forlorn longing within my soul. I think I'm ready to forgive women as a whole, and men too. My heart is ready to soar sky-high." He kissed my forehead and said, "he loved me and that everyone that truly knows me can't help but love me." I thought that was so kind. 

Let Your Cork Float {My Mermaid Testament At Weeki Wachee Springs}

As I checked the tattered wooden clipboard and wrote down my name, I then slowly scanned the swim dock, more than 60 (mostly young) girls stood to wait with excitement. We were all trying out to be a Weeki Wachee Springs mermaid. This tryout would be my second time around, except this time I was 44 and not the young spritely 17 years old like I was over three decades prior.

An Open Letter To The CopyCats And Friend Poachers

[I wrote this post most notably for a friend that reads my blog. It's been sitting in my drafts file for about four months, but I had someone reach out to me through email just last evening, and I decided to finish up and publish it. So I will attempt to blend it, however, invariably I wrote half the day it happened to me and the other half this morning.]

How I Use Beatrix Potter And Tasha Tudor's Philosophy To Manifest My Dreams

"Life isn't long enough to do all you could accomplish. And what a privilege even to be alive. Despite all the pollutions and horrors, how beautiful this world is. Supposing you only saw the stars once every year. Think about what you would think. The wonder of it!"

— Tasha Tudor

May Days And Swimming Through Mothering Guilt

I had a massive inspired moment as if God precisely reached down and placed within my mind the ideas that were quite rapidly pinging as fast as I could type. I wish I could explain in detail what occurred with my authorship and the beautiful experiences that are springing forth in my life presently, but rather, I have no words. The best I might describe it is such as this: Have you ever felt this deep knowing and desire about something. Perhaps you've been moulding your dream into place for quite some time, and then there comes that moment one day, and it feels as though it has popped and you suddenly know with certainty your place and that all you'd hoped for you can see coming to be a reality? Precisely, that is what occurred at the weekend for me.

Remaining Steadfast Regardless Of Ridicule

Have you read this post yet? If not, read it first. Then come back to this one. It'll make better sense. Trust me.
Go ahead. I'll wait.

Okay, now I can get on.

Last night Jeffrey arrived home, and I was in the thick of my British English classes. He said rather smug," Oh golly, I didn't think you were so serious about learning British. What if you begin speaking so well and never talk like an American again?" In which I replied," Oh, that's most assuredly my expectation, angel! And gleefully excited with my best British accent, I replied:" Are you having a go at me, darling?"

During A Pandemic Of Any KInd, A Survival Safety Net Is Essential

I’m not going to say it's not difficult for many, many folks. Look, I’m not the one to judge how another is handling lockdown or this pandemic. But in comparison to having your child murdered, well, yeah, an epidemic isn’t much of a catastrophic event from my perspective. And no, I’m not going to refrain from saying I feel this way, neither. I'm bullish that way. Whereas, I read daily of bloggers apologising profusely about their feelings on the virus and where some are continually complaining about dumb shit. Yes, I will be the one to say it. DUMB SHIT.  The complaining I cannot tolerate, but that's just me. I refuse to complain, for no other reason than It sounds whiney and victim-like, and those two things I am not! But that's just me. I've already told you that I have a lack of empathy nowadays, and {that's my own set of issues, not anyone else's... so yeah, let's get on.}

Why I’m Learning To Speak With A British English Accent

Wanna hear something funny?

When I told Jeffrey I was learning to speak with a British English accent and that I was taking classes. His response was:

”Baby, aren’t you afraid that people are going to think you’re a bit bonkers, like when Britney Spears shaved her head and began using a British English accent?”

What I Love About Celebrity Blogs

Do you enjoy a good ol' fashioned personal blog from your favourite celebrity? I know I sure do.

Not only is the question of how much to share, but when is not sharing enough equally acceptable if you're a blogger/author? I used to ask myself this question periodically, as I've noticed some bloggers never really seem to have an impact on me, and I was finally able to pinpoint why. The blogger/ author is selective in what they share, which equates to me, only giving a portion of oneself. As an author myself, {this is strictly my opinion} I find other authors, that selectively open up will find it difficult to be popular long-term. Because when I'm invested in a blogger, and I see them gradually start to hold back on their viewpoints, after having shared much, or delete posts, I know full-well, their fear has resurfaced, and when that happens, I'm out.

The Art of Procrastination {How To Get Things Done Effortlessly According To Abraham Hicks}

With the pandemic, I saw last week where folks were stating how much time they have now since isolation and surely with being quarantined; they'll make time for all of those projects they've been putting off since Lord knows how long.