| A lady came in today. She read me dead on, in the strangest way. It was freaky, but also intriguing. | |
| Lady: | You are too sensitive, that's why you can't let go. |
| Me: | What do you mean? |
| Lady: | I can't read you, until you let go. Let go of hurt. |
| Me: | How do you know? |
| Lady: | Forgive, and let go. |
| Me: | I am trying. How? |
| Lady: | You live inside your head too much. You have to learn to listen to your heart. |
| Me: | I am trying. |
| Lady: | Don't think. Just do. |
