Key West

I had a few people ask me about a mission I mentioned while on a recent trip to Key West.  If you know me at all, you know I'm, well, "quirky".  I have particular beliefs that get a strong hold of me every now and then.  One of those beliefs is that we are guided through this life in order to fulfill a particular mission.  This mission is a tiny piece of the puzzle helping us grow.  It is, in essence, a building block leading to who we are in another life.  Yes, I do believe we have spirit guides, angels, and a conscience, all consisting of energy powerful enough to design our own destiny.  I have studied this philosophy, and have spent time with a number of people who, just like myself, can read people's energies. 

With the guidance of a psychic (keep an open mind, folks), I know that I am right where I am supposed to be in life.  She gave insight with my spirit guides to my past lives, and to a strong, spiritual connection to a particular place.  This place is sacred in my heart, and as my foot touches ground here, I am instantaneously comforted by familiarity.

My sacred place is Key West. 

Upon college graduation, I had a longing to move to Florida.  With no family, friends, employment, or living arrangements, it would seem as though I had no reason to move.  I couldn't control the absence my heart felt when I was away from Florida.  So, I moved.  1200 miles away from everything and everyone I had ever known, to fulfill a yet-to-be-determined- need. 

That was ten years ago.  My urges did not end there.  My need to visit Key West was consuming me.  Five years ago, I went.  As soon as I arrived on the island, I felt a calm come over me I have never felt before.  It was as if I was wrapped in a warm embrace of a loved one.  The land in front of me was familiar.  It was as if it was saying, "welcome home".  This place was more than just Duval Street.  It was my home in a past life.    Since then, my trips to Key West have been "mental missions".  I walk the streets, taking in the architecture, savoring the history (and the key lime pie), and trying to find myself.

The visit I paid my old, dear friend of Key West last month brought out a desire I've always had.  Only this time, intensified to the point I was awakened from a dead sleep on multiple occasions.  This desire was to write a book.  My spiritual adviser (psychic) told me I would be doing this.  I shouldn't have been surprised when the urge hit me in the middle of a July night.

So, my mission to find myself in Key West is slowly being accomplished.  Each visit with my old friend proves more successful.  I am now in the early stages of writing my first book, and ultimately would love to finish it in Key West.  Perhaps I will be the next Papa.  Perhaps.

I'm back!

Okay, so it's been forever since I last wrote.  There is a reason.  I had a baby.  Just kidding.  I did, however, give birth to a new way of thinking.  I changed my lifestyle of diet and exercise, and took on nothing but a positive outlook on life.  I have found peace. 

This doesn't necessarily mean I lost my sense of humor.  That, my friends, only gets stronger with time.  I just view things in a different light now.  I hope you will enjoy my new style and understand that writing is my passion.

I also would like to formally apologize to those who were offended by my previous (although never serious) rants.  I will not remove them from this site, as they are a reflection of who I was and where I am today.  I look at them as a stepping stone. 

I know that it is my calling to write.  I know that my new subjects will interest nobody but myself.  I'm okay with that.  Feel free to read on, although I won't be hurt if you don't.