I was journaling about taking the next step on my journey soon. 🍄

That's when the 3rd of my special 4 pen set ran out of ink, they're a month old. I'll anticipate this dilemma for next time. Running out of ink for journaling is just not an option again. But also it is a hit-me-over-the-head kind of message from The Universe. (And we've already experienced a TBI, so we prefer this method of communication.)

Time to keep writing with the yellow 4th pen, even though I can't read it. The words will have been written, and I have a special unicorn gift of being able to write perfectly without needing to see it very well.

I think I almost see the entire metaphor here. I knew I was going to run out of something very basic to my existence this month, and that hasn't ever felt scary, just something Weird that kept coming out of my mouth.

I know all of my needs will always be filled, if I let them, and I will always be ok. Perhaps it really is just ink I'm supposed to run all the way out of in March. That's way more basic to my existence than the thing I previously thought that Divine Message from The Universe was meant to be interpreted. But I know I'll never live in my nightmares again unless I deliberately choose to.

I'll do my best to exhaust this yellow pen of near invisible spy ink, so long as I have words waiting to be journaled. And I Know that new ink tool(s) will present itself soon. I'm barely 1/3 of the way through this blessed journal. Am I really ready to create a new system? 🤔

🦄✍️♾️

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