Last Tuesday, I went to see a psychic.

Actually, the preferred word seems to be intuitive, which really makes much more sense to me.

Honestly, I’d never really thought about whether I was a “believer” or not before. I assumed there were plenty of hacks of course – people on the Venice boardwalk who bought a pack of tarot cards and decided to take advantage of some naive and/or intoxicated tourists. But there had to be some version of the real thing, too – why else would it exist?

Plus, I’ve seen “Ghost”, so, yanno. Game over.

Back when I was bartending, we’d often play the game of “reading” the customers who came in, and see who could guess the closest to their real life story (their job, where they were from, what they would drink, WHY they were drinking, etc.) We were pretty freaking good at it, too.

In my mind, an intuitive is that times ten – someone who isn’t just making educated guesses, but actually sees a pretty clear picture of a person’s character, background, life situation, and yes, future.

So when I read City Girl’s account of her reading with her friend a couple weeks ago, I decided that it might be exactly what I needed. A little outside, educated, third party advice about all the changes and upheaval going on in my life.

And I loved it. It was like having a drink with someone – someone really great and fun – who just happened to know a lot about me. Someone I couldn’t bullshit about anything either, ha. (Plus, I totally dug her Masshole-esque ‘tude of real talk, no sugar coating. I’m pretty sure we’d make great besties, actually.)

She only works off referrals, takes a nominal fee (half goes to charity), won’t read someone more than twice a year, and only after she sees a picture of you to see if she can read you. Like I said, no BS, no time wasted. I love her. (Update – yes, she does them over the phone as well!)

The specifics of what she told me are for me alone, but I left feeling so much more clear. It’s incredibly therapeutic to talk to someone you can’t hide anything from – you have no choice but to open up about all the deep dark shit. So, I didn’t – just laid it all on the table and we hashed through it. She may have saved me a year in therapy bills, quite honestly.

If you can find someone you know is the real deal (or would like me to refer you), I highly recommend it, especially if your life is recently in the toilet and you need a little direction. (It’s not all kittens and roses though – just the truth, whatever that may be – so be prepared to handle that. Just sayin…)

Oh, and PS? One of my friends is going to lose an iPhone in March. Watch out, y’all.

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So, yeah. That happened.

On a very related note, I expect I’ll be writing a lot more now. Silver lining and all that.

(Sidebar – thank you SO much to everyone who sent me an email – they meant the world to me, honestly, and made a terrible day much less terrible. I didn’t want to write back until I felt like my head was in a place where I could do the responses they warrant justice, but they’re coming, swearsies.)

It’s actually pretty funny. Whenever you go through something awful, you really find out who you can count on, and who’s suddenly MIA, you know? I received some of the sweetest, most thoughtful and healing messages from people I never would have expected (God bless the Interwebs)… and then there were some noticeably absent condolences that you can’t help but wonder about. C’est la vie, I suppose.

(And if you’re giving me side eye right now, SHUT UP. If I ever had an excuse to be petty, that time is now, biatch, so just sit on it.)

There’s so much change going on in my life right now, my head is spinning. I’ll be living somewhere else by December 18th, with only one cat, a slew of roommates upstairs, a new neighborhood, a new commute, a replacement for Tonic… what will I do without my Tonic and their totchoes?!

Sigh.

But, there is also good. My own bathroom. A whole DVR all to myself. Living on my own (essentially – basement apartment), which is something I always wanted to do. I’ll have a lot more time for work and networking and all those fun things. You think I’m a social butterfly NOW? I was practically a homebody before. Watch out, y’all.

And I’m sure there will be plenty of other great things I haven’t (can’t) even think of yet. Trust in life’s plan, blah blah blah. Most importantly, I’m just really glad you guys are all here for me. People talk about how awful going through a break up is now with social media… I personally don’t know how I’d get THROUGH it without social media, and all of you, and the overwhelming support and love and glitter unicorns you’ve showered down on me.

So yeah, I love you guys. And thanks, truly, for being there.

Oh, and? Um, buckle up, because, yeah… talk about a fresh fucking start for 2012.

All I know is, it’s gonna get interesting.

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