A Day of Readings and Realizations

Today was one of those days where everything felt like it was aligned, but not in the way you'd expect. I woke up with the dogs piled around me like they were guarding a treasure. And hell, maybe I am their treasure. Anthony had already made coffee—he’s always the early riser. I think it’s the Marine in him, but then again, maybe he just enjoys watching the sunrise in silence before the chaos begins.

I spent the morning with my usual ritual. You know how it goes—cleansing the energy of the house, lighting some incense, and then diving into meditation. The dogs always get weirdly quiet during this time, like they know something's going on that they’re not meant to mess with. They’re smarter than most people I know, and that’s saying a lot.

After the quiet, the chaos started—clients, back to back, all with their own heavy shit to unload. I swear, some days I feel like I’m a psychic, therapist, and life coach rolled into one. But I love it. I fucking live for it. There’s something raw and real about connecting with someone’s energy, feeling their pain, their hope, their fear, and helping them navigate through the mess.

One client stood out today—a woman in her late 50s, looking for answers about her son who passed away five years ago. She wanted to know if he was at peace, if he forgave her for things left unsaid. It’s moments like these that are both the hardest and most rewarding. You’ve got to be real careful when you’re dealing with grief like that, but you also can’t bullshit them. They need the truth, not some sugar-coated nonsense.

As I connected with her son’s energy, I felt this overwhelming sense of peace, but also of urgency. Like he was desperate for her to know that he was okay, that he never held anything against her, and that he wanted her to forgive herself. When I relayed the message, she broke down. And honestly, so did I. Sometimes this work hits you harder than you expect. But damn, it’s worth it.

After the session, I took a moment to reflect. It’s wild how much guilt people carry around with them, how it shapes their lives even when they don’t realize it. That woman needed to hear that message as much as she needed air to breathe. It made me think about my own life, the guilt and baggage I’ve carried, and how I’ve let that shit go—or at least tried to.

I ended the day by taking the dogs for a walk with Anthony. It’s our way of unwinding, reconnecting after a long day of me being in everyone else’s head. We talked about everything and nothing, the way couples do when they’ve been together long enough to know each other’s rhythms.

Today reminded me that life is too fucking short to hold onto guilt. We all fuck up. We all hurt the people we love at some point, whether we mean to or not. But we’ve got to forgive ourselves, or it’ll eat us alive. So, if there’s something you’re carrying around, something you can’t seem to forgive yourself for, let this be your sign to start letting it go. Life’s too damn short to live in the shadow of your own mistakes.

Anyway, that’s the day. Just another chapter in the book of my life, and damn, it’s one hell of a ride.

Catch you all tomorrow. Stay real.

• Demetri

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