Affirmation on Reality
Reality is a bowl of shapeless clay, waiting to be shaped by those strong and courageous enough to take on the task. So I’ve become a potter. I now define my reality rather than trying to discern it. So what reality would I forge for myself in the next few years? That it is normal, acceptable, and not dangerous to tell any fantastic lady that she is my fantasy. Please give me control in this area of my existence. PLEASE.
