Different days,  I channel different past lives of mine.  This morning, I woke up and after showering/meditating my reflection took me back nearly 3,000 years ago to my Greek lives....  

It be like that some times, y'know? 

Or maybe you don't - I suppose not everyone remembers their past lives enough to wear them on their face.  

Also.  Yeah I know.  Green eyes,  long curls,  pale skin, improbable curves, and ridiculous cheekbones - just dress me up in purple and call me Megara.  😂  Can't help genetics, and then mix in the past life memories and more than a little sarcastic caustic wit and yeah,  I know. Even I see my own cliches on days like this.  😂 Why did you think I use hipster Belle as my avi for google and twitter?  I know my own cliches I can't escape of me.  Might as well embrace them and mock them - because no amount of fighting them as a kid ever freed me of them. 

Off to Chicago to see the Monets at the Art Institute now!!!!!  😁  Well.  Picking up Crissy,  gas, Starbucks,  and dropping off my dog (post Starbucks to get her her promised puppacino) and then headed to Chicago and the Monet exhibit!  😁 

P. S. 8:18am addendum:  OMG this has been one thing after another slowing me down.  Still haven't even Starbucksed yet because Crissy's hairspray gave me instant headache with the windows opened,  so she offered to rewash her hair and just put it up while I got gas and took headache meds.  I felt awful about it but she insisted because "Dani,  if the smell of it gives you a headache,  today won't be any fun" and I was just like, "I.  Yeah.  If it's this bad with windows open,  I will probably not be able to drive on the highway with windows closed."