So I was getting dressed earlier and realized I’ve somehow managed to lose my silicone nipple covers aka “my cakes.”
They are not small.
They are not invisible.
They are not the kind of thing a person just loses like a sock.
And yet… here we are in a house with 2 humans, animals, energy grids, and spiritual intentions…my cakes have apparently ascended to a higher dimension without me.😭
Anyways, that’s what’s on my heart this morning. Not cosmic truth. Not profound awakening.
Just me, wandering around with my coffee asking the universe: “Where do nipple covers go when they die?”
If anyone wants to share what’s on your heart, deep or ridiculous, this is the spot.