Aware & Aggravated - 45. Signs You've Outgrown Your Life- The Final Push

Episode Date: July 1, 2025

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Hi friends, I took a shot right before I turned the camera on. This week we getting into it. I don't know what I'm going to end up titling this, but I'm basically going to talk about signs you've outgrown your life, but also how to become unavailable to the life that you don't want and become unavailable to stress. This week my soul's been cooking me. I don't even have my chain on because I'm in the middle of packing for a trip. I'm going out of town this weekend.

I have everything packed and ready to go. It's like 1.30 in the morning right now, but I all of a sudden wanna record. So here we are. But I had a premonition. That sounds like I'm so raving. Not like that. But I don't know how else to word it or describe it

other than a premonition of my house getting broken into. But every time I leave my house or travel or go somewhere, I always post my life and what I'm doing, what I'm up to. Sometimes it's in real time, sometimes it's not. Most of the time it is. And I posted that I'm going to be going to Vegas this weekend. I always have a concern and a fear and a worry a little bit about someone breaking into my house I always lock up my valuables in the safe, but this time is different. I Feel like I'm getting an intuitive message because the last time I had a Visual and like an experience where it's kind of like a premonition type thing only way to describe it

Was what started my entire spiritual journey. So I've talked about this a long time ago, but the first time I ever had like a spiritual kind of experience and what cracked me into spirituality and okay I was 21 and I was working as a nurse and I hated my life. It was right when I finished nursing school, got my license, I started working on the floor that I precepted in. So I worked pretty much for free for six months, got my license, I started working on the floor that I precepted in. So I worked pretty much for free for six months on this floor, and then I started working there. After like eight shifts, I think, I was miserable.

And something I used to do all the time was go ride my skateboard. I had an electric skateboard, because I used to go skateboard with my best friend, Genevieve, in Pensacola. But one night, I was going alone to go skateboard, my best friend, Genevieve in Pensacola. But one night I was going alone to go skateboard because I was off my shifts. Like you work typically three, four days in a row

and then you're off for four or five days. Like that's how the nursing shifts went. So I finished my three shifts and it was the next night, it was like a Friday night. And I was like, I am so mentally just like gassed, I'm over it. I'm just gonna go skateboard downtown, whatever. And I remember vividly walking into my bathroom

at my dad's house. I used to live with my dad. And when I walked into my bathroom, I saw a visual. It was kind of like a premonition type thing of me on my skateboard flying off and breaking my leg. And it scared the shit out of me for a second and I was like, maybe I shouldn't go. Like I started to wonder like, oh, maybe I shouldn't go.

But this is when the whole spirituality thing, I started opening up to it and like, trying to understand things because I was wanting to quit my job, but I was like trying to convince myself to justify staying even though I was miserable. Oh, maybe I didn't work there long enough. Maybe I don't know yet.

You know when you know. If you're miserable, shift immediately. So I saw this visual of me flying off a skateboard, breaking my leg, and I stopped dead in my tracks and I was like, what the hell was that? Like, am I not supposed to go? Am I just being like a worry wart? Am I just being anxious or what the hell was that?

So I didn't really let myself get overwhelmed by the emotions of it, but I started to immediately think, I can't break my leg, maybe I shouldn't go skateboard right now because if I break my leg, I can't work. And it's like my brain connected the dots of that's the benefit, that's how this seemingly bad experience could happen for me. And it shattered my whole idea of like being punished by life and for the time.

Because I had, I've had a lot of run-ins of feeling punished with life, but I saw how like something negative could happen and actually be for me in a subconscious way, kind of like a shadow work thing. But like you might be hoping for something, but you ain't got the balls to do it, so life will do it for you. Like I wanted to quit. And I was like, okay, yeah, it would suck to break my leg, but I could get out of the job.

But then I was like, no, I would still force myself to work with just to put a cast on my leg and just work. And then I was like, wait. And this started making me think about a bunch of shit. And I was like, I could see how me breaking my leg would actually happen for me. It's the first time I kind of felt my soul very clearly and was like, I need to quit this job because I was kind of happy at the thought of breaking my leg. So I would be pushed further to not work this job no more.

And then I ended up quitting that job. But anyway, that's the last time I had a premonition type thing. And it was the first one that I ever had. It was very strong. And it's what launched me into my spiritual journey. And that is when my entire life shifted. I had another one yesterday and it's got me tweaked out. It's got me bugging bro like bad. I'm scared. I'm not scared. I'm just like, fuck, because it's another situation scared. I'm not scared, I'm just like fuck, because it's another situation I see exactly what it is for what it is, and I'm like damn.

So me and my sister got invited back to PowerSlap in Vegas. We went earlier this year, it was on March 7th on my birthday this year, and they were doing another one, and they invited us back. And I was like, oh hell yeah, we finna go, we finna have a good time. So I booked the flights a couple days ago, whatever. And yesterday, I was like, oh hell yeah, we finna go, we finna have a good time. So I booked the flights a couple days ago, whatever.

And yesterday, I leave tomorrow, but yesterday I had this weird visual thing, it was kind of like a scenario where it happened before with the first kind of like premedition visual message, whatever you wanna call it. It was a situation like that. I saw myself in Vegas at a nightclub and I was watching on my phone on all of my security cameras.

I was watching people burglarize my house. It was so real and all the emotions you'd expect came up of like, damn it. But the reason it tripped me out so bad is because the last time I had this like visual scenario It was when I was talking about with the skateboarding night I actually went and skateboarded that night when I had the little visual back when I was 21 I went on my skateboard. I was driving downtown and then my visual I saw myself Flying off the skateboard like hitting something in the road and flying off and I was close to a railroad track After realizing how falling off a skateboard breaking my hitting something in the road and flying off and I was close to a railroad track.

After realizing how falling off a skateboard, breaking my leg could be for me, I still went. I was like, I'm just going to be careful because maybe it's not going to happen because now I understand what it was for. And then I go skateboard and I was going down a road I typically don't go down and I know where the railroad tracks are downtown in Pensacola. So I was going down a road I typically don't go down and I know where the railroad tracks are downtown in Pensacola. So I was going down one road. I didn't know that a railroad track was at the end of it, but I was flying. The skateboards went like 30 miles an hour. It's got a little remote. You have it in your hand. I was flying down the slow road late at night,

having a good time by myself, feeling the breeze through my hair at the time before I shaved my head. But I all of a sudden got like a weird urge, like something pulled my arm of like slow down and I kind of like heard it and felt it like just slow down. So I pulled back on the little remote on my thing and it slows down the skateboard and I was like, come up to the road. There's a railroad track and I stopped like I was coasting to a slow stop and I got to the railroad track and I stopped.

And I was like, no fucking way. And I walked up with my skateboard to the railroad track and I put my skateboard toward it and like in it. Cause there was like a little strip before the track. My skateboard wheel fit exactly in that hole. So had I been going full speed and hit that, my wheel would have fell in and I would have flipped off at that spot. So that's what tripped me out about this. And I was like, there's definitely something more to it. I don't know what the fuck this means or what this is, but like I got, that

was the night, like my little like message visual thing saved me from flying off breaking my leg. And then after that moment, I was truly like, okay, now I'm quitting. That's what made me quit the job was like, the stack of like what happened with that. But this situation now with my house getting burglarized, it's stressing me out so bad. Because it's the same feeling and the same visual and I understand exactly why my house getting burglarized would be for me. And when all the emotions came up when I had this visual, instead of being available to

the stress and freaking the fuck out, I just observed it. I was, okay, I'm not stressing out. I'm not whatever. I'm okay. I saw a visual. I was okay. I'm not stressing out. I'm not whatever. I'm okay. I saw a visual. Okay. So what I didn't start running and maybe I should cancel the trip, start freaking out. I didn't start running around and like panic packing and moving my shit and I didn't start doing all this. I didn't let the thought and the feelings come up and then immediately act. I'm unavailable to that. I'm not available to react to my emotions. So I sat with the visual for a second. I was

like, okay. And I sat with it for a few hours. I kept going with my day and they kept making more and more sense. And I started to feel bad. I was like, damn, because I see the truth of it, it would set me free for my house to be burglarized. I would come back home from my trip and not give a flying fuck how much it costs, what I'm going to do or what's going to happen. Anything left in this house, I'm selling it and I'm selling this fucking house. What I want, and I've been saying it for the past couple of podcasts episodes, I've outgrown this house. And I've kind of been prolonging moving and selling it and changing because I was fighting so hard to make stability for

myself after leaving LA last year. I've been here for a year. It's like, my year is almost up August, like 12th, I think is my year. I can't seem to stay living somewhere for more than a year. It's like, my year is always up and I move, but I fought't seem to stay living somewhere for more than a year. It's like my year is always up and I move, but I fought so hard to make stability for myself and like get this house. The truth is no matter what I've done to this house, no matter what I've bought to put in it, it just doesn't feel right.

It doesn't feel like I've settled. I settled fully with this house and it's just kind of been like a container and like a little prison for me to fucking sit in and it's not been to foster me. It's just been to like shelter me and just like be somewhere to stay and I've been trying to convince myself I like it and I convince myself that it's up to my standards and I love it and whatever. Like I can't do it no more. I can't sit here and convince myself I'm happy with it. I'm fucking not. I've bought so much shit to try and make it more my style and make it feel more homey. It just ain't it. This is not the house for me. It's not big enough. It's not as secure as I want a house to be. And this chapter is over. And I've just been

prolonging and not acting on it because I'm like making excuses and bullshit kind of like how I was doing when I was considering quitting my job. But with this house, I had to face the truth of it. That's what sucks about these realizations and like the visuals that come up is that you got to see the fucking truth. Like I was miserable in my nursing job. I don't like this house. I don't feel comfortable in it. It feels like it's holding me back at this point. So I was thinking, okay, if my house did get burglarized, what would I do? I would come home, like I said, and get the fuck out of this house. I wouldn't even stay at this house. I wouldn't

sleep here. I would go stay in a hotel. I'd go stay somewhere and get the fuck outta here. I'd probably go to Miami or something and get hotels and just like whatever. Put some shit in a storage unit if anything's left and just go from there and just travel around and see what the fuck happens. I don't feel like I can do that. I've been wanting to travel.

I've been having an itch to travel, but I don't feel like I can do it because there's like, I don't know what it is about this house. It feels like it's anchoringoring me and like holding me down. But that's kind of the realization that hit me. I was like, OK, if it does get burglarized, it would be for me. But like, damn, I don't want to live a life where.

I make changes when they get bad, like I don't want hardships and bad things to happen to me for me to make a change because one thing I've learned in this life If you don't make a goddamn change that you know You need to make God will make you fucking do it life will crumble and turn the pressure cooker on and heat your ass up And just start demolishing everything around you until you make the change you need to make Last year when I got off tour, when I was considering extending my lease and staying in LA, I got in a car wreck right before the end of my tour.

Like five shows I had left, I got in a car wreck, almost died. Should be dead. But in that moment I was like, I'm not fucking staying in LA. I hate that fucking place. No. It's like bad things happening give you clarity

and force you to make changes. And I know this and I'm just like, shit, realizing all this and becoming aware of it didn't make me feel better. I've had this impending sense of like, it's gonna happen. But again, I'm not letting myself be available to the stress and the anxiety and freaking out. Okay, if I worry about certain shit or things come up,

okay, I'm not gonna act off of it. I'm going to run around like an idiot. But this feeling has been coming up and now it's the day, like it's the night before I'm leaving tomorrow. And this feeling has been on 10. Like listening to my soul, going through my, when I was packing my clothes to leave without realizing it, I was packing things that I couldn't live without. Like, things that I would be really devastated if someone broke in and took them. So through packing, I had to stop. I was like, okay, what the fuck am I doing? I'm supposed to be packing my suitcase and I'm literally packing my house like I'm moving. And I was like, I don't

know what the hell's going on, but it made me like start to think about everything in my house. And then I full fledged started grieving this house and like processing it like it already is over. And I was trying to pack my shit, to pack my suitcases so I can leave. And I literally couldn't avoid the truth of like, I don't know what this is inside of me. It's not anxiety. It's just like my soul is leading me to look at everything in my house and assess

what would I be upset if I lost? What do I want to take to my next chapter? It's like this chapter's closed and I was like, shit. It's like I could feel the morning. I could feel it all turning over. I've been through this so many times. I've moved like four or five places in a short amount of time. I know what this feels like. And I'm not having to do anything this time. It's like, it's just happening for me.

But I kept seeing my storage unit in my head. So I started going around my house and I started grabbing the clothes from my closet that I would be upset if I lost. And I basically like tried to pack up my life as if I'm about to be stolen from. And it gave me so much clarity around what actually matters to me. And I started to get really emotional because I realized I don't have that much I actually

care about. And it's so freeing in a way, like I feel very free that this is happening, but it's sad as fuck because I was looking around my house and I was like, all the stuff that I've bought, certain furniture, certain Versace pillows and dishware and shit that I've bought, it's like, I was trying so hard just to make myself feel better and I saw it for what it was and I don't have that much worth taking.

I don't have that much worth for myself holding onto and stressing out over. So I was kind of just going around and I grabbed my shit. I packed my suitcases for what I'm going to take with me and then anything left over. I put it in my car because I'm going to go take it to the storage unit. I tried to go tonight, but it was closed. So I'm going to go tomorrow. But I didn't do this out of anxiety, out of fear, out of nothing. It was just like kind of like my soul leading me on like what to grab, what to take. But I started to grab certain things

from my living room, my kitchen, like certain Versace vases. And like, I just started grabbing expensive shit where I was like, if people took this, I would be bummed because it's pricey. And I started to get like really emotional because I saw what was happening. I was reaching for any kind of sense of control or comfort or like you can't take this from me. Like I felt like I was trying to get ahead of it and it's like the anxiety started to take over and I saw it for what it was and I was like, put them back. There was certain like just stupid fucking ashtrays that are expensive, vases, glassware. I saw it for what it was and I saw myself in that moment and it was kind of pathetic. I was like, you're grabbing shit just because you want some kind of sense of control, but like what you need

to actually face is you don't actually care about anything that you have. Like there are certain things. Yeah. But like just cause shit's expensive, like take the price tag off that you care about it. And I was like, no, not really. Like there's certain things that I love. And there's a lot of shit that I took, but it was so much easier to leave this house than I thought. Like I put all the things I wanted in my car. Anything really important is in my fucking thousand pounds safe. My guns are in there. Everything like document

wise that I need is in there. Cause like girl, if you break in, good luck getting in that and good luck, you can't get it out the fucking house. So there's certain things that are like locked in that, that I know that are secure. I'm taking my jewelry with me. It was really sad facing the truth that like I didn't create a life for myself that I'm taking my jewelry with me. It was really sad, facing the truth that like, I didn't create a life for myself that I'm scared to lose or like, there's nothing worth holding on to really. It's like as long as I got my sister and my couple people in my life and my shit that I need to like wear and things that mean something to me like my little memory box. I'm a Pisces girl.

I have a memory box of like all the little like random wrist bands from certain concerts and events and little notes. People wrote me and like all my birthday cards from all the years. I have all that in a box. I have a memory box. I have a couple of them because they, they fill, but I grabbed that stuff. And like what this big thing was in my head of moving and leaving this house was like such a hard thing, but like it still doesn't fully make sense. But the thing that really tripped me the fuck out is I had no plan of going to a club while I'm in Vegas at all at all.

Like I'm like, I don't care to party. I don't want to do none of that. And then one of my friends, Kenzie, I've talked about her before, is gonna be in Vegas when I'm in Vegas. I was like, okay, T, and a couple of her friends are gonna be there, we all friends. My sister's gonna be with me. I was like, oh, that'll be a key, we're gonna have fun. We got a couple events to go to, I'm going to Power Slap, going to UFC, going to a couple restaurants.

But then, Fountain Blue, where I'm staying, reached out to offer me a section at the club live that they have the night of Power Slap after the event. They're gonna give me a section and shit? I'm like, oh my God, all of a sudden, all my friends are gonna be there. We can have a time and a half, my sister will be there. And I was like, I'm already going to be dressed up for an event.

We're going to be there like free section. Well, like, why not go have a party? Have a good time. And then I saw that the person headlining the person performing as a DJ, I really like. And I was like. Oh, my God, like it was like done, done, done, because it all started making sense.

Like I saw the club before I even got invited to the club. And I had no plan to go to a club. But the way that it all fell in line and lined up, I was like, oh shit. And that's what made me start to be like, okay, let's really pay attention to our soul. Cause there's something happening. Like it felt like this robbery was going to be 100%.

It felt like it was already happening and my soul was already moving accordingly of like, look at what you need to look at that is important to you. You're going to save it. Anything that makes you feel free and good and you like it, we're gonna take it. Anything that makes you feel held down or restricted or held back, like fake comfort, fake anything, we're leaving it. And that's the piece of clarity that cracked me that made me so sad about so much of everything because I'm like, the things that I have,

it makes me feel held back because what I wanna do is go travel and have fun and go explore shit with no stress of someone breaking into my goddamn house. So I faced it and I took what I thought I would want. I took what I know that I want and anything that made me feel like held back. There was so much more that I left behind than I realized. And I'm like, Whoa, this just fully shifted every fucking goddamn thing. But the thing that made me the most upset was the sense of freedom I felt when I saw

the visual. It kept replaying of me in the club watching people breaking in my house because I have cameras every fucking wherever security system out the ass. But I watched on the camera people breaking in and I like it got more and more real every time the visual would pop up. And I was like living it. And then I saw how relieved I felt. And I heard like I'm free.

And that's what sent me over the edge of like sad, because I'm like, damn, now I know what I need to do. I kind of like, before I leave, I've been thinking about it like, okay, if someone did break in my house, what are the exact steps I would take when I got home? And I kind of want to do it regardless. Like even if someone doesn't break in my house, I don't want to have to make like something bad happens to me before I act in line with what my soul wants me to do. Like I know I'm not happy here for whatever reason I've been holding back fear, worry, doubt, whatever the fuck. I'm not available to that no more. I'm just

going to go for it. Like this whole experience I'm like, I'm not making the same mistake twice. I didn't make a mistake the first time with the skateboard. Funny I'm saying that. That quitting my nursing job changed my entire life for the better. So I don't know. This, I feel it's like the next, like my life is about to open up and everything's about to shift and change. It already is. But like, this is the last anchor is this house so I'm like all right I'm open to seeing what the fuck's gonna happen I don't know it's very scary it's confusing it's weird but it feels right so I'm gonna be available to that and I'm just gonna kind of play it and see what happens this This is my trust fall chapter. I've been hearing that a lot too.

Like trust fall, trust fall, trust fall in the back of my head. Like I keep hearing it and it's like all this shit is making sense and lining up but like a couple other things that have been happening that have been pushing me to this point. The other day my neighbor recognized me. I've been dealing with getting recognized a lot more than ever before. Literally everywhere I go, it happens. And I don't mind it because I have my house to come back to and I'm, I feel safe in it. I feel like, okay, I'm secluded. Nobody knows where I'm at, whatever. Going out in public is like, I have to be aware even more of my surroundings and aware, like times 10. So like I stay in my house a lot and I like to be at home when I don't have anywhere like I need to be or like really want to be. I don't just go spend

time in public anymore. But the other day I was in my garage smoking a cigarette and one of my neighbors recognized me from being online and they lived two doors down from me and I was like damn because I feel like exposed now like I'm sitting in my garage having my cigarette and I got recognized and the other night I posted on a tick-tock there was like this thunderstorm thing this like thunder warning whatever like the like the tornado, whatever the hell was coming. I was outside on my balcony and my neighbor across from me was outside on his balcony and he recognized me. The interactions with both people were sweet. It was fine. It was like no issue at all. They weren't weird, but it's for someone like me, for people to know where I'm at, that was like my breaking

point. I can't fucking deal with being out in public and always being watched. But being home now and neighbors, one, two doors down and one directly across from my house. The fact that I can be in my house and if I have my bedroom light on you know where I'm at in my house I can't take it. I had a full fucking spiral about it like two weeks ago. I lost my fucking mind because I'm like I can't get like I can't escape where I'm at like people knowing where I'm at. I lost my mind. I

call my mom was like mom what the fuck do I do? And she's like, I genuinely have no idea. I know what to tell you. But like we talked and she was there for me. But the fact that like, if I'm downstairs and I have the light on, you know I'm downstairs. If I'm upstairs in like the one guest room or if I'm in my bedroom or from my bathroom,

these people know where I'm at. They know when I'm home, I can't take it. That is one, I can't think about it too much, it's gonna stress me the fuck out. Like they probably can see me right now recording my podcast, cause there's a second story window that way and you can see the podcast light.

It's like people being able to know what I'm doing and where I'm at, I've been smoking so much more than usual to numb this. The awareness of people being aware of me, it's eaten me the fuck up, but I don't feel safe in my house no more. It's not safe. It's like, I don't feel not watched, if that makes sense. Yeah, we can sit here and say there's no reason to feel like that.

I don't give a fuck. People just knowing where I'm at is geeking me out. And it's like this house, it's the past few months. It's been building slowly and it's like the heat's been getting turned up more and more. And when my neighbors recognize me, this is what sent me into like, okay, another breaking point of like, oh my God. And then it's like, I didn't do anything about it. I didn't start wanting to move or like take it serious.

I've been wanting to move, but I didn't take it serious to start really thinking about action steps and like seeing where I want to go. Do I want to keep living in Dallas? Do I want to move? I know I'm not meant to be in Dallas no more. This chapter is over. I can already feel it, but I want to start now taking the actions because these, these things like happening and causing these emotions in me and like these

things unraveling, me not doing nothing about it is making it worse and worse. But like the final breaking point for me where I would be like, I don't go flying fuck what it costs, what happens, what anybody says, I don't care. I'm getting out of this goddamn house as if somebody burglarizes it so I can see how that is Like the next level up like if I don't make a move now my soul is gonna have to turn up the heat to that so

it's very Weird to be aware of all of this happening While I'm living it because being aware aware of it, don't change it. Still scared, still worried about shit, still feeling all the emotions. But just because I'm aware of it, it doesn't remove you from it. I still gotta feel it, go through it,

and deal with everything going on. It's just nuts. Like I wanna talk about it and be honest about it, because I know there's other people out there who get this. Some people are going to think I'm a wacko. Okay, whatever. I've been called worse crazy. Please. It's a half a compliment. But also one more thing I want to talk about being unavailable with the house situation.

Then I got a situation where somebody from the past reached out, but I started to have like this guilt feeling of like letting myself down in a way where all the effort I've kind of put into the house and trying to make myself feel comfortable. I couldn't do it for myself. Like I wasn't able to create the home feeling that I wanted. And the guilt came up and I started to like my old mental like I started watching my old mindset come through and it was like Everything we've just done for the past year was for nothing all the money we spent was for nothing and I'm not available to that shit

No more. I was watching it and then I put it out of my head I'm not gonna sit here and doom and gloom about how this was a waste of time waste of money I didn't do what I wanted to do. It was a failure. I don't look at it like that. I'm like, okay, my soul wants the next thing. So I'm just going to do that. I'm not available to the doubt and the worry and the bullshit of what it means and why it happened. I don't care. The next steps are very clear in front of me. I knew and have known this place was not what I want, but I didn't act on it. So I'm being forced to make a fucking move. And I get that. And I'm not mad at it. I'm kind of relieved. Cause like I said, when I saw the visual of people breaking in, I

felt relieved. I felt so free. I could finally just do whatever the fuck I want without any explanation or needing permission or like caring about anything. I could really just say fuck it because me now to me just like honor myself and like go for it and move change, do whatever. I will be thinking about the financial concern of certain things and like having things in mind. But now I'm just kinda like, my soul wants to do it, so I have more trust that my soul will provide and like help with the whole experience. Cause that's one thing I've learned,

you're not sitting into this life to figure out every single aspect of it alone. You're being supported and you got reinforcement. And this is one of those things where I just gotta like trust it and see what the fuck happens. But I'd only be willing fully to see what happens and expect myself to be taken care of by my soul. If I got robbed, does that make sense? It's like a weird day, but I'm shortcut and all that because I'm aware of it. But like now I'm like,

okay, I'm going to treat my next action steps as if I got robbed and go forward from there. I just hope I'm here when it happens, I could kill him. Oh my God, I need to let it out. You know what I mean? Probably wouldn't kill him, I'll probably just like cut their hand off, keep it in a jar or something. Like you're not leaving with all your limbs attached

to your fucking body, I'm gonna make sure of it. And I'm gonna keep it as a memento. But something just feels different this time. Like leaving my house, packing, this feels different. This feels nuts. Like I'm not coming back to this life at all. I can feel it. And I trust it this time.

I trust it's going to be all right. I'm going to make sure it's goddamn all right. But my soul has not steered me wrong once. Another thing I wanna talk about with being unavailable to the stress and things, it's like how my soul kinda like moves things around for me. Weird little synchronicity. So the other day, my car tires got off balance.

I don't fucking know. It's too hot in Dallas. Like it's like 100 degrees. I'm not joking. It's like 90 to 100. But my car tires, it comes up on my sensor on my car. Oh, your car tires are in ballets. One was like 42, 41, 48,

and then like 46. And it was like, you have to get them all back to the normal like pressure before we could drive for you. It's like my car would drive, but all the assistive steering, the brake checks to me, like everything that it would do for me, like kind of like my car drives itself. all the assistive steering the brake checks to me like everything that it would do for me Like kind of like my car drives itself if I set it on cruise control None of that was available while the tires were embarrassed. So I was like damn I'm losing half the benefit of my car. I Get bored. I just put on cruise control. It drives to me like come on. So I

Was like, all right, it's irritating the shit out of me. I'm like, I don't want to deal with it right now. And I've been trusting, not forcing things. So I've been talking about that for months now, but I decided one day I was like, you know what? Fuck this, I'm going to fill up my tires. Okay, I'm getting gas right now. I go get gas, I'm like, the tire pump's right there.

Let me go air these up and we'll be done with it. You know what I mean? It takes five minutes. So I go over to the air pump. Somebody had snatched the handle off the air pump and ripped the hose. Like it was fully gone. There's like a little, like broken hose at the top.

So I was like, okay, cool. Now I'm pissed. I go to another gas station. The other gas station, the machine was broken. So I was like, you know what? Fuck this. I'm not dealing with it. For like five days, I was like, okay,

maybe the heat constricted the car tires. They'll figure themselves out. You know what I mean? I was like, maybe they'll figure themselves out. They're not losing enough air where it's like a tire, tires are like, they need to, they'll figure themselves out. You know what I mean? I was like, maybe they'll figure themselves out. They're not losing enough air where it's like, oh, a tire, like nails in the tire or something. So I'm like, maybe the car will fix itself.

I don't fucking know, hope so. Come on, God, fix yourself. Huh? It's a massive Mercedes. It's got like 4,700 miles on it. It's old. When I got it, it had 13 miles. Now it has like 4,700.

I've drove through the mud. But like, you don't got no tie, you don't got enough miles on you yet to be having issues with a tie. So anyway, I let it go for like four or five days and that's when I was finally like, fuck this. It's not fixing itself. I'm gonna go fill these up. When it didn't work, I literally threw my hands up

and was like, fuck this. I'm done with these diets. Okay. They just going to have to pop if they fucking want. I don't care. Deflate. Go flat. I was pissed. But I was like, okay, I tried to force it and go to two different gas stations. God told me to go fuck myself.

So I'm not dealing with it no more. I'm going to trust my soul. You know what? You fuck, you figure it out. You fix it, I'm not doing it. I tried to force it, you don't like when I do that. Okay, so you fuck your big dick. So I was like, you know what? I'm not going to another place to get my tires aired up.

I'm not doing it. I'll wait till I feel the urge to do it. The next night, I go to the hookah lounge with my friend. This new friend that I was telling you guys about, he's the guy, he's great. But we're leaving. We go to get in our cars and the message came up on the display when I started my car and I was like,

god damn it, I was like, I'm gonna have a cigarette. So we're standing there talking. He was like, what? And I was like, the car, the tires, like the pressure's fucked up. I tried to go the other day to the little like guys I should think the air map, it didn't work, whatever. I told him my little spiel.

He was like, oh my God, I have an air compressor thing in my car. He was like, let me see if it works. And I was like, what? You just be riding around with a fucking, like an air pump in your car? Okay. So he pulls it out.

It works. He filled up all my tires for me. I didn't have to do nothing. I sat there and had a cigarette. Oh, this is nice. People be in there for you, doing things for you. Well, I bought him dinner and a hookah and I got my tires filled up.

That's the weird little magical shit that happens when I pay attention to my soul. I have another one with the hookah lounge. I love the hookah lounge, but that little situation, just letting it go, it fixes itself because it took me nothing because I was considering in my head. I was like, maybe I just go to the Mercedes dealership and tell them there. I'm not fucking dealing with this car. You put the air in the tires. Okay. I was going to do that and I was like, no, I'm gonna wait till the urge.

I had the idea to do it, and then I was like, I'm gonna wait till the urge comes. That night is when my friend did it for me. So everything's back to normal, back peachy keen, everything's fine with the car, tire's fine. Other thing that happened is I've been needing a tailor to alter some clothes for me. My sister's been needing one too. And I was like, I don't feel like looking for one. I don't feel like dealing with the whole Google and all that.

I was like, I'm not doing it, okay? I need a tailor, but I'm not putting no effort into finding one. Couple days go by, I forget about it. I put it out of my head, I'm like, whatever. I'll wait till the urge comes up. I'm sitting at the hookah lounge with my friend. This guy comes up to me out of nowhere.

Hey, I just wanted to introduce myself. I've seen you online, I think you're great. I own a alteration shop. If you ever need something altered, here's my card, come by. He specializes in designer clothes and stuff too. So I'm like, I know I have some designer stuff. I'm like, you can cut that up and I know you go with it.

But you could definitely cut up some normal shit that I got. So I'm like, cool. Easy peasy limits crazy didn't have to do nothing. And he covered our bill. I was like, no, you don't gotta do that. Thank you so bad. I almost sent my friend to the bathroom with him. I'm gonna go take care of him.

He paid our bill. No, but it's crazy. The way things just line up, like how many times am I gonna need to be proven to trust myself before I just fucking trust it, okay? You don't gotta see nobody to steal from me, rob my house, okay, I'll listen to you. Where you wanna go?

What you wanna do? You wanna go to Vegas, but what do you wanna do after that? I'm talking to myself right now. Don't buy me. But I don't know what I want to do after Vegas, so I'm just going to feel it out. When I get home, I'll know. But I know moves will be made quickly. So I'm going to let my soul take the reins.

I'm getting good at listening to it. Real good. It be telling me shit. Weird. But also one more thing. I want to talk about what the whole thing about being unavailable to the stress. You can see it in kind of all these scenarios where I'm talking about like the tires, the stress of it. I'm not available to it. I'm going to deal with it when I fucking feel the urge to do it or when something like, and it lines itself up with the Taylor. I'm not available to the when I fucking feel the urge to do it or with someone and it lines itself up with the Taylor I'm not available to the stress of it with the house. I'm not available to the stress and the worry and the fear

I'm letting it just be a guided through me like what to do. I'm not reacting because of emotions I'm not none of that but another example someone reached out to me from the past Someone who I'd never got closure with we ain't talked in like a year, some weird shit happened with another friend of mine, whatever. We ain't talked, but he reached out to me on Instagram. It was real nice and sent me a message that was like sweet. And I literally watched my old mindset kick in, like how I used to be. I would have responded out of guilt The fact that I opened the DM on Instagram and it said seen like that

I saw his message and he knew that I saw and didn't reply and would have eaten me up I would have felt guilty about it because when it's people that I've cared about and I've been close with like very good friends with when they It's a weird like loyalty I always have and it's like I always care take how they feel not no fucking more I'll respond when I god damn feel like it I'm not available to the guilt of replying to you I'm not available to the guilt of you're gonna be upset because you see that I read it and you're gonna think that I'm ignoring you if you think that you think that I don't give a fuck. I'm not available to that no more.

And I also am not available to the stress of overthinking and thinking I owe you shit. No. So I left it. I saw the message at like midnight. The next day I woke up. I didn't really think about it. And then I like 2 PM I was like, huh, I don't know why I'm thinking about that. I made me uncomfortable the night before when I saw it, but I was like, eh, whatever, put it out of my head. And then I started thinking about it more. And I was kind of like, I don't know why it makes me feel uncomfortable,

but I'm not replying just because I'm uncomfortable. I'm a sit here and figure out what it is. I owe that to myself. I'm not taking the action. I'm not available to and figure out what it is. I owe that to myself. I'm not taking an action. I'm not available to taking actions out of bullshit. No more. So I was like, why would I want to reply? Do I want to say anything? And I kind of did. I wanted to acknowledge that there's no hard feelings from my end, um, and just clear that up. But I was like, okay, I don't feel like I owe him nothing.

I replied because I wanted to. And then I didn't reply again. Now it's on scene. Everything else is on scene. I closed the chapter on my own terms. I replied when I wanted to reply. I'm not available to the bullshit no more. And what I replied after I sat there and blew it off and let

it come back to me and like me take the action, like reply out of my own terms. What I said was way better than what I would have replied in the beginning. It's like I was watching my old mindset play out and I'm like, no, I'm not like that no more. Ew. That's old Leo not happening. I killed them. If I can, one more thing I want to throw in before I end this and go to bed. Damn. Two 52 in the morning. I got a flight to get on something that was bothering me the other day was thinking that I wasn't doing enough and I wasn't like pushing and like working

out as hard and like just I skipped the gym for two days and then there's certain things I just wasn't doing. I was kind of like taking time and resting. And that's one more thing I started to become unavailable to is the sense of if I'm not wringing myself dry, I start to worry. My soul all of a sudden just wants to shut up. So that's all I got for this week. Love you all so bad. For this week's emoji, I forgot to do one last week.

If you made it this far, comment a little casino emoji. That's cute, I'm going to Vegas and shit. I'm not gambling. I lost too much money on my birthday. I'm not gambling again. No, not happening. Let's say give me free money to play with. Okay, maybe then.

But I'm not gambling on my fucking money. I'll go spend it on something. Actually get something for it. Ah, but that's it. I'll be posting everything. I'm up to everything I'm doing on my social media. I'm recording this on Wednesday. I'm early as hell this week. So everything will be unfolding before you hear this. But if my house gets broken into, I fucking called it. I just want that on record. It's Thursday, June 26th.

I do not want my house to get broken into, but if my soul wants to have it happen, I called it. My premonition was right, is my fucking point. All right, so, that's it. Love you all so bad. Everybody be safe, take care of yourself. I'll talk to you guys next Sunday and merch is coming next week.