it’s 30 degrees in brooklyn, and i’m eating vegan ginger chicken pho outside, sweating, releasing, detoxing—mold poisoning and other bad influences in my life. sharing my summer rolls with strangers on my walk home who turn out to be guardian angels, they ask me what i do, i say i’m taking the bar exam, they say, oh you’re gonna be a lawyer? and i say i don’t know, i hope so. the angel tells me that i will, i will, and i’m so grateful because that’s what i needed to hear after a week of feeling sick and sad and sick and sad and sick and sad. “stay focused, don’t give your focus up for anything or anyone.” it reminds me of a couple weeks ago when i encountered another angel during a dance class when the instructor told me that this summer was about truth and worth. how did they know what i needed to hear? sharing vulnerabilities with strangers and having them see me better than i see myself—could i be more divinely protected? i hugged them both.
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