Reflections on Two Years on Substack Monday Morning Check-In Post

How Are You??!!

This one will be brief as Jon and I are embroiled in a technical task, moving our recorded library (over 300 products) to a new server/company. Sendowl, the company we used to house and distribute our recordings for the past ten years, raised our monthly cost by $100, almost tripling what we had been paying. They are being dragged all over the internet right now. Do these people not know about the class war being waged? I have not raised my rates in over five years.

When I reached out, they offered me a $20 monthly increase instead of the $100 increase if I promised to stay with them for one year.

Yeah, no thanks. I’ve found something more affordable than what I had been paying them. The new option, E-junkie, also integrates better with my website.

As I predicted in Friday’s piece, as soon as Saturn landed in Aries on Saturday, it’s been non-stop uploading and copy/paste in this house with some breaks for pizza and sleeping thrown in. At least my indecision left me, and I made a choice. I’m still not sure it’s perfect, but it’s good, and I will not let perfect be the death of good.

Everything in how I offer my work at the moment, from selling recordings to conducting sessions (adios, Skype) to new business cards to other things I can feel around the corner that have yet to show themselves, is evolving. This feels right on as we begin our second year in Chicago.

I’ve also been invited to collaborate here in the city for the first time - details coming.

Two years ago, when I spontaneously uploaded all of my channeled writings and articles to this platform, I knew I was initiating a huge change moment. On May 27, 2023, I had no idea what these changes would be. I just felt them coming and prepared myself as best I could by remaining flexible, employing the magic pivot, listening, intending based on feeling and vibration while releasing attachments to form, and doing anything and everything that scares me (mostly).

If I had told myself back then that one year later I’d be typing from the apartment building in Chicago we’d moved out of twenty years earlier to head to California, and another year later we’d be fully ensconced in our lives here, I don’t think I would have outright denied the possibility, I’d been dreaming of Chicago, specifically dreaming I was driving through familiar neighborhoods, but I would have thought it was unlikely.

I am nowhere near any outcomes at this time. I am amid my shift and I keep practicing what I listed above while using this platform to share, connect, heal, observe, and operate from joy in written form as much as I can, even while sharing about my deepest wounds, as genuine joy can not be found while locking parts of the self away.

In good news, Jon and I have hardly fought while sharing the technical, time-consuming, and mind-numbing work we are engaged in. Historically, we’ve had some of our worst fights while dealing with the technical side of life. Our most dramatic one, twenty-three years ago, was triggered by an argument over the operation of a remote control (yeah, you read that right) that ultimately sent Jon running out of my apartment, getting into his car, racing onto the highway, with me, in my car, in hot pursuit.

Unhealed childhood trauma combined with control issues and past life wounding where technology is concerned, has been a real bear to transmute for us both. I’m looking at you, Atlantean timeline.

“Oh, is that your divorce modem?” our Ojai neighbor asked me over a decade ago when I told him that I was home alone due to needing to install a modem and router for our broadband. I had sent Jon off with Zoey to the river bottom to avoid the inevitable argument. Laughing, he shared about friends of his who almost broke up due to the same. I have to say, I felt relieved that Jon and I were not alone in this.

How are you??!! Please leave a comment below and let me know.

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