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The Big Flush: Forgiveness
Forgiveness showed up in the spiritual plumbing, and apparently I had opinions. It does not mean forgetting, reconciling, reopening the door, or handing someone their chair back. Sometimes it simply means I’m done paying interest on emotional debt I never agreed to carry.
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The Big Flush: Choice Is Not a Group Project
Turns out realizing I get to choose people comes with one annoying little detail: they get to choose too. And sometimes I’m not on their seating chart. So what happens when I choose someone who doesn’t choose me back? Apparently we’re going in—with carbs, emotional support cheese, and Hekate holding the flashlight.
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The Big Flush: Apparently I Get a Vote
After spending years wondering who would choose me, the Universe apparently had a follow-up question: Who do I choose? Turns out I’m not just waiting for a seat at someone else’s table. I own the damn table—and apparently I get the seating chart.
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The Big Flush: Who Will Choose Me?
1989 finally flushed. Victory! Except the spiritual plumbing gurgled again, and underneath all that old emotional gunk was one stubborn little question: Who will choose me? Apparently Hekate has the flashlight, the Universe has more questions, and I’m still wearing the damn waders.
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The Big Flush: 1989 Finally Flushed
Apparently the Universe and the Goddesses aren’t letting me drag old emotional gunk into 56. Unfortunately, Hekate just discovered that 1989 never completely flushed. Grab the waders. This one has been clogging the spiritual pipes for thirty-seven years.
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The Big Flush: We’re Pulling the Clog
We found the blockage. Its name is belonging. Unfortunately, pulling on that particular clog has dislodged a few other things—loneliness, complicated friendships, questionable choices, and some memories that have apparently been sitting in the emotional U-bend for decades. Get your waders. Part Four is going in.
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The Big Flush:Don’t Investigate the Noise
What started as an innocent little August update got fed after midnight, had water thrown on it, and turned into a full-blown emotional Gizmo situation. Now something is banging around in the pipes. I found the blockage—and apparently it has roots. Its name is belonging.
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The Big Flush: Nobody Jiggle the Handle
Apparently shadow work wasn’t enough. Four days before turning 56, my brain, the universe, and the Goddesses decided it was time for the industrial-strength option: an emotional enema. Welcome to Part Two of The Big Flush, where forty-something years of friendship, grief, belonging, rejection, birthdays, and old emotional baggage are apparently circling the drain.
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THE BIG FLUSH: The Emotional Enema Before 56
August disappeared somewhere between ringing phones, tornado warnings, Tech Support chaos, and Mother Nature having one hell of a month. Then one completely unexpected thought stopped me cold: sometimes the people who are always there become the easiest people to forget to notice. Apparently my brain, the universe, and the Goddesses decided it was time…
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Book of Rae: Apparently, I Crochet Now
I asked the Goddesses for a little peace. Apparently, the answer was laughter, a ferret Uber, the Baha Men, a craft-store goblin, and the discovery that ChatGPT thinks I crochet. Welcome to the Book of Rae.
