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Because my brain is so muddy and, well, squishy these days, I decided to do something I haven't done in a zillion years. I consulted a psychic.

To sum up her very clear message - I should not be a singer/songwriter. I'm well-advised to gather up my resources and see what else I could do with my life.

Everybody!!! [Cue the music] Happy Monday to you! Happy Monday to you! Happy Monday, dear misguided singer/songwriterrrrrrrr - Happy Monday to you! [End forcibly sarcastic music.]

But, see, I'm not a believer in what psychics SAY. I believe that they say what you need to hear - and what you HEAR is why they said what they said. (Very Matrix, I know.) So, I don't get overly concerned when the news is bad, disappointing, confusing, or "wrong". It forces me to consider another perspective, which is aaaaalways good. To me, psychics are like gumball machines. You put the quarter in, and no matter what comes out, it's a gumball. And I'm all, "Red! I love red!" Or..."Green! So delicious!" And if a sticker comes out instead, I say "oooooh! A sticker where a gumball should be! I'm so lucky! I love stickers."

So I've been sitting with my journal today - digging through my slippery guts, trying to squeeze understanding out of this message that I shouldn't write songs. Why did she say this? I take it to be a challenge...like the Universe playing devil's advocate; a fed-up parent saying, Go ahead! Take the car and crash it. Here's an open can of alcohol. Don't forget to drink! And, sweetie, don't bother with your seatbelt. I'm sure you'll be fine. So, I imagine the Universe is saying, Yeah, no. Go flip burgers. Refill the ketchup dispenser. I'm sure you'll be fine. Then, on cue, I'm supposed to laugh, Oh, Universe! You funny bastard. Uuuuukay. Ten-Four. (wink, wink) Then I go on my merry way, writing the bestest shit you ever heard.

But it's not that tidy. There really IS an underlying message to this counsel, even if it does sting. Everybody (even the Pope, I'm sure) wonders if they're doing what they're meant to do. Are we fulfilling our purpose? Are we doing the best job possible? And if we struggle, does that mean we're doing the WRONG thing - or is the struggle part of growing better at what is RIGHT?

I don't have an answer. But these are the questions for today. Now, go walk in the rain without your boots and mittens, lick a frozen lamp post, and drink a slushie in one long suuuuuck. I'm sure you'll be fine.