Thursday in February

I've had another evening of interviewing a Medium and enjoyed it as ever. I'm lucky to be able to pursue such projects and have people agree to get involved. There's more to life than a lot of people know. I'm drawn to the magical side of life like a moth to a flame. I feel I'm growing spiritually as a person and I'm in touch with my inner voice more these days- mostly because these days its saying nice things about me.
I am meeting up with an ex from twenty years ago at the weekend to collect a light sabre toy for my son from her. I'm looking forward to seeing her actually purely as she is a friendly face who I'm fond of. It may be slightly weird for both if us but its still ok. Life has taken us to entirely different places and this meeting would never have happened if Facebook hadn't allowed me to apologise for being a twat all those years ago.
I have my paranormal evening with my magician contact too this weekend. This will be a great experiment and I can't wait.
You find me sat in silence in my front room at 10pm on a Thursday. I'm not in the slightest bit lonely, in fact I'm at peace. I will see my son tomorrow afternoon from school and its my favourite time of the week. I took him to school this morning too. He climbed into bed with me this morning and cuddled me. He smells lovely, I know that sounds weird but any parent will understand.
I am getting better at staying off social media this week and even the radio station holds the chance of a second wind of motivation where my involvement is concerned.
The whole podcast ordeal seems to have an answer so my efforts aren't wasted each Tuesday.
I'm due a whole day at home alone but it won't happen within a week. I'm looking forward to Cloud Atlas on Sunday even if its crap. I have built up a real respect and belief in myself of late and kind of feel I can achieve anything I put my mind to. Except Telekinesis.

I want to do so many things each evening but can only choose one or two. Still I mustn't complain. In other news, my father hasn't e mailed for about three weeks. He had done well and I don't blame him for stopping I suppose.

Do you know what? I'm off to bed. Goodnight.