I haven’t written about the latest seminar since I first started. We have had the second class of ten. We have almost three weeks before we have the next class. They always describe them as a rollercoaster ride. I hate rollercoasters. This one is far worse. I was intersted in the seminar, but the passion for getting something out of it wasn’t there to begin with. So this seminar is about money. We have been talking about what money means to us. The meaning around money is completely bankrupt.

I have wondered why I have been in such a funk since early last night. I recognize why now. I feel like I have been pushed off a cliff (I’m not on a rollercoaster ride.) without a parachute. However, some clever pain in the ass gave me all the materials I need to make a parachute right before giving me a big shove. I have no parachute. I’m in the air screaming atching the ground get closer and closer.