Live your dreams now, Beka, to any degree that you can. With every purchase. Every decision. Every hello and goodbye. Every assignment. Every conversation. Every meal. Every morning, afternoon and evening. And never, ever, ever look back.

Reframe every thought, word, and deed from the perspective of the person you’ve always dreamed you’d be, as if your life was already as you’ve always dreamed it would be. Die to yesterday’s illusions and be reborn to the truth of your vision.

And let’s just see if you can handle the onslaught of treasures I send your way.

Your greatest admirer, biggest fan, and truest friend -The Universe

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i hate the importance put on education. i, myself, have been brainwashed into thinking i cannot be anything useful at all in this world unless i have a degree on my wall. i realize i have taught myself more things on more subjects than the average person, but i always want more. i’ve only got so much energy for 18 waking hours. somehow if it feels i was worried about the difference between an a and a b i might try harder.

how should i respond to people when they ask me who i studied under? where did you go to school? what are your credentials? what did you major in? i get asked these questions all the time while i’m working. it’s nice, i suppose, that people think i am ‘educated’ but most of the time i think they are trying for my achilles’ heel.

i smile sweetly and explain i’ve always been interested in x since childhood and that i’ve been an avid enthusiast for x years and i’ve been doing this professionally for x years. that usually does it for them, but i imagine their inner monologue still asking, “what does she know?” some days, i worry that is a perfectly valid question.

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my stars, i love to read. i’ve got 3 books to study for 3 different reasons and they’re all on basically the same topic: marketing. one of the reasons i was afraid to go into marketing was i didn’t want to lose my soul. i really think people should be allowed to make up their own minds without insidious manipulation from a graphic design firm. the truth though? people don’t want to think. tell me anything, even a lie, as long as it has the right font. there is enough legal protection these days to keep shit from hitting the fan, but it is still very much there.

so, i learn. if you find yourself suddenly in love with me and overcome with an urge to run to the store and purchase your very own bug, dont’ be alarmed. i’m just practicing.

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