I have this picture of myself that was taken around sunrise my last morning in Mexico. I just recently “found” it while I was restoring a crashed computer; I don’t think I’d ever seen it before so it’s a timely reminder from The Universe. In it, I look more than happy. In it, I look like I’ve found everything I’ve ever been searching for. Now, two-and-a-half months later, I’m almost in a rage. I’ve lost it. This was all predicted by my close friend. Such wisdom.