"Today was one of those days again."

The kind only I seem to live — chaotic, synchronistic, magical, confusing… and yet somehow exactly right.

It started with my usual morning ritual:

pulling the Death card reversed from my Tarot deck. Another gentle nudge to let go.

To stop clutching onto old chapters I’ve already outgrown.

So I listened — as best I could — and life met me with new soulmates, laughter under the sun, and a whole new flavor of adventure. One I didn’t see coming. One I’m learning to trust.

Somewhere in between the giggles and sunshine, I ended up deep in conversation with a stranger — talking about gaming, anime, life, and the things that make us feel seen. That’s the kind of connection I crave — the kind that doesn’t need explaining.

All the while, angel numbers kept appearing like cosmic breadcrumbs. I still don’t know where they’re leading me… but I’m following anyway.

Now I’m about to go live — hopefully with my son, but definitely with my new tribe. And even though I don’t have all the answers, I have the energy and the willingness to show up.

Still, one thing lingers heavy in my mind:

The choice.

To rebuild.

To start fresh.

To plant roots — in the UK or back in the Netherlands.

For some, it may seem simple. But when you’ve burned the old life to ash for a reason, deciding what’s worth rebuilding is sacred. And it’s not just about logic. It’s about alignment.

I think tomorrow I’ll start the research. It’s time to move some pieces.

And while I’m at it —Dear Divine,If you’re listening (and I know you are), go ahead and slide a little donation my way.

Not for me, really…Just so I can keep talking to people about their gaming setups, their dreams, their weird obsessions — and remind them that they’re heard.

That they matter.

Because that, somehow, is part of my purpose.

And maybe,

just maybe…This whole dance between joy and uncertainty isn’t duality at all.

Maybe when you finally accept both…It just becomes life.

Much love,

P.