Everything has a beginning....
Ask the Oracle. Ask the Oracle what she's doing on the floor on a train. Staring at her tablet with a big frowny head on her. Yes that's me. Looking for another excuse not to start.
I can't let sitting on the floor stop me when I have the power to communicate in my hands.
I've started giving out a lot lately. Giving out about my lot. Bet you do it to. Raise your hand. Or point a finger if you know them. Whichever.
I have a Courage Wolf meme on my desktop in work. DON'T BITCH. MAKE THINGS BETTER.
And the main thing I give out about us not getting the chance to be creative. So what's stopping me?
Absolutely nothing. If I want to be creative, I better get creating. And this isn't the olden days where I'm scraping charcoal from the fire place to draw stick men on the granite floors I just scrubbed. I'm also not Cinderella which is massively helpful.
My canvas is gorilla glass or whatever the eff is on my Samsung Note Pro . Of course I went Pro. I am The Oracle after all. I deserve the best so it can languish in my backpack for a few months before it takes a rainy day and a hard surface under my bum to wake me up to the reality I need to do this for myself and no one else is gonna step in with a magic wand. Hmmmm. Still not Cinderella. The ballgown and slippers do have certain appeal.
I am The Oracle.
I think I know everything. Let's find out.
