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Lots of thoughts at stupid o'clock

Processing lots of thoughts at stupid hour o'clock: 

Continuing to break the cycle and shatter glass ceilings. 

Currently working through lots of feelings of guilt and anti-rich person / fancy people who live in fancy houses perceptions and prejudices. 

Creating a happy home, free from DV, abuse and trauma.

Connecting with good people to bring in the good vibes. 

Choosing where and when to spend my energy and provide others with my aroha. 

Considering that perhaps maybe all my time and effort in some places and with some people has been helpful for me, but not reciprocated - and accepting this. 

Co-ordinating offers of help and support in the move, whether wishes or actual. 

Checking that all things are ready and good to go. 

Safe spaces. Safe environment. Safe home.

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