Hey space cadets, welcome to the disco of my weekend, the good, the bad, and the weirdly energetic. I exist in a cosmos where wavelengths are the DJ and feelings serve up the disco lights. I’m just here, freestyling on the dance floor, keeping the vibrations groovy.
Waking up isn’t just about losing the drool and bed hair. It’s about tuning into the cosmic jukebox. As the sun turns on the lights, I start my day with a head-bobbing ritual, something you might call meditation. My mind becomes a calm pond, all Zen-like, reflecting the cosmic disco ball as I freshen up my energy playlist for the day’s main event – the healing gig.
Now, it’s time to cha-cha with my digital minions. My inbox is like a rave party, filled with dispatches from clients around the globe, each one a new beat in the mad jam of my weekend. Every email is an invite to their personal jam, vibing to their unique rhythm, helping them to DJ their own energy party.
The showstopper, however, is the chord-cutting session. Picture this: energies are having a mosh pit, some grooving together, others stepping on toes. As an energy healer, I’m the bouncer, steering these energies back to their funky flow. Snipping away the bad vibes, I help clients let loose, getting their energy groove back in sync with their true selves.
Lunchtime is a pause button on the music. Even cosmic DJs need some earthly munchies. In an ideal world, I’d be all about organic, home-cooked meals – a colorful symphony of farm-to-table. But let’s face it, we live in a world where convenience is king. So, more often than not, I surrender to the siren song of takeout. It might not always be Instagram-worthy, but hey, it gets the job done, and I am human after all.
After lunch, the disco lights go back on. I dive into the digital pool party of Web3, doing the backstroke amongst the neon glow of NFT art. My NFTs aren’t just pixel graffiti; they’re my energy-infused magnum opuses. Each piece is like a laser show, radiating good vibes and positivity. It’s like having a mini-rave right there on your phone, lifting your mood one pixel at a time. As the sun starts to set, turning down the cosmic volume, it’s time for my version of a wind-down – a kitchen dance-off or a rejuvenating swim, depending on my mood. I mean, who needs yoga when you can do the Macarena while frying eggs or backstroke under the stars, right?
Oh, and did I mention that sometimes I murder my sex appeal by strapping a castor oil pack to my abdomen? It’s all about keeping those internal rhythms smooth. I’m not always the picture of elegance, but I keep it real and keep it fun.
So there you have it, fellow rhythm riders, an inside peek into the quirky routine of your not-so-average energy healer. It might sound like a wild rave, but it’s just how I keep in step with the cosmic beat. We’re all just trying to groove to our own rhythm in this cosmic disco called life. Ready to dance? But please, no line dancing. We’re cooler than that.