Super Soul Sunday...

To my faithful feenix magazine readers...I'm Back! I want to give my most humble apologies for the LONG LONG LONG abscence but life took over and I had to deal. Life set fire to my very being and I died a slow burning death. The poetic beauty though, is that I am renewed. My skin has never looked better and my soul has never been stronger... Today is Super Soul Sunday and I must say that I enjoyed every bit of it. It's not often that we enjoy Sundays because we know that in just a few short hours the weekend we fought so hard to get to will be over and we are back to the grind of Monday morning; the beginning of yet another race to the weekend. Does anybody else feel like the proverbial hamster on the wheel? But today was a little different... I awoke this morning after a much needed deep slumber; which probably would have lasted much longer if I didn't dream that I was saving and entire hosptial from a deranged phsychotic woman with a mission to destroy...Don't judge! But I woke up with a plan, and I love it when a plan comes together! I woke up and first thing I did was give a "GM" and to my surprise I was getting a "GM" at the same time; my thoughts seem to be getting stalked alot lately but truth be told I am liking it more and more. The problem is that I don't know how to deal with vulnerability; only time will tell but for now I am going to roll with it and try to be better. I watched what is becoming a top show in my line-up, Gang Land, and afterwards I got up to continue with my plan. Today was the day for domestic activities...I am going to make someone very happy one day. With that being said, the kitchen has been cleaned, the bathroom spotless, floors swept and mopped, carpet swept (my vaccum cleaner broke so I had to go old school), sheets changed, trash taken out, clothes folded, I've shit, showered, and relaxed with a cup of piping hot java juice. #winningonasunday Dinner was planned and executed just how I pictured it in my head...Grilled Garlic Chicken Pasta with steamed Snow Peas and an ice cold Arnold Palmer to wash it down. Now I am full, fat, and relaxed!!! As always, it is a pleasure to write for my faithful "firebirds" and it is good to get back in the saddle so... Until Next Time, ~Feenix