Bearings.

Last night I saw hands down, the BEST view of Seattle I have ever seen. I found a friend who I can see myself being friends with for a very long time, and my soul was genuinely, monumentally, and very simply, happy. There was even a time, late at night, when I reached in my pocket to check the time on my phone, looked up at the skyline, said "Actually time doesn't matter right now," and put my phone back before I could see the display.

Theme o' the evening was 2.
2 groups o' females.
2 sour drinks.
2 glasses o' delicious wine.
2 bars.
2 plates o' food. (to share)
most importantly, I had 2, count it, TWO De Ja Vus.

Day 2: I think De Ja Vus are amazing. I fully value them as moments I need to throw my hands up in the air, smile and embrace time as it repeats to myself just as I've seen it before. Personally, I think it's God/nature/the universe's way of saying "Checkpoint, you're doing good, keep it up!" Like "You've been doing good, here's proof, you've made it this far." They mean a lot to me because they usually happen when I try new things and when I'm making decisions for me, when I'm happiest.

I've known a couple people who actually think of De Ja Vus as bad, only because when they've experienced them, the situations usually got worse, and one of these friends said they'd speed up, or happen more frequently the closer to the bad event came.

Recently I've been thrown for a small loop, and it called in question, or at least made me reevaltuate how I present and hold myself. It really made me uncomfortable as I was fully believing I had a steady foundation of self to stand on, which I do, but there might have been some loose cement on top.

Just living last night, singing the whole car ride home, and writing it down in my Book, with the emphasis of the De Ja Vus, I got my bearings aligned again, and my heart feels way better.