A friend shared the following with me, and I found it so enlightening I had multiple “a-ha!” moments:

Wednesday || April 13, 2016 Wow. This energy came through so clearly! The moment I tuned in I saw an image of how divided we truly are becoming now that we are fully in the Age of Aquarius. This means you will shine brightly around those who carry a similar vibration, but the ones who are still miles behind you in consciousness/awakening are going to look MISERABLE right now. You will notice that going out into public will be very heavy and people will look so lost and uncomfortable. There will be frowns and angry gestures. There will be cars gunning it past you in the parking lot if you are going a second too slow according to their timelines. I feel this BLOWING OFF STEAM energy today, but you don’t need to take any of it personally. What we need to realize being the way showers of this new energy is that just as our world fell apart, in order to reveal the light to us, the same is happening to them. I personally went through this over a decade a go but we also will be establishing new boundaries with our family members that are not yet in alignment with our inner growth. Many of us will have to keep them at arms length UNTIL it becomes a mutual light exchange. Any time spent dabbling in the heavy density of others wounds or behind the times mentality is going to HURT US physically. It will make us SICK. Those downer Debbies can make us so frustrated like we want to BUST OUT of that space. But do not judge them because they are stubborn souls, just as we are, doing what they think is right. You just have to lay down the law in stating what you will or will not take into your life and FOR NOW those who are too far behind you on the ladder of evolution need to be released. You can’t fix them! We are NOT HERE to usher people along on their journeys! We are only to focus on OUR TRIBE and to be in that space as much as possible right now. You don’t want anyone to focus in on what THEY think is wrong with you, so walk the same talk with others. Moon: Cancer Theme: Start to get the ball rolling. Numerology Vibration: 17 (8) Photographer @bennierosevelt #ascension #ageofaquarius #astrology #energyreading #awakening #separate

A photo posted by KV & The Aquarius Nation (@aquariusnation) on Apr 12, 2016 at 7:46pm PDT

I have been encountering a lot of negativity and misery lately (most especially this week), to the point that I even wondered aloud to myself “WHAT is the DEAL?! Is there a full moon out?!?” (there isn’t) but I think I now understand. Everyone’s going through some sh*t. Being pregnant and therefore highly sensitive, and ultra emotional, it’s harder than usual to *not* take things personally so this was a great reminder. There are a lot of people who need understanding, compassion, and connectedness in their lives, in the worst way, and unfortunately it feels as though I’m surrounded by too many of them. So, no judging for the Debbie Downers — got it. But what I can do is set boundaries and limit exposure for my own self-preservation. Now is not the time for me to get sick.

I’m currently striving for increased patience, and intuitive clarity. More focus. Narrowing the light into a laser beam as opposed to dispersed, which while can light up a room doesn’t necessarily move the needle. I want to be diligent with forward progress, even if there are days with just baby steps.

Who knows, maybe if I keep it up I can do these with increased regularity.

She loves Hello Kitty, just as much if not more than I do. This was a HK Easter Egg.

Oh hail naw.

The largest serving of Tiramisu I’ve ever seen, outside of Maggiano’s that is. From Central Market. I’m the only one in the house that likes Tiramisu, so, SCORE.

Brunch with my two favoritest people in the whole universe. Found a small Mexican place, hidden gem near the house. SCORE AGAIN.

From January, when I was not-so-far-along in the pregnancy. At the derm’s office. I hate going to the derm’s office. I can barely fit into those (maternity) pants and for the time being cannot wear those shoes either.

Our last moments with Scout, our beloved Kitty. We miss her lots (including Tank).

I’m currently 32 weeks pregnant with Baby #2, and honestly have wanted to blog (maybe even vlog!) the entire experience from the moment we found out, but, you know how it goes. Life. Especially when life involves a marriage, a Terrible Two-ddler, a full-time job, and maintaining a household. Among many other things. Familial, social, and association commitments. The side gig with my hula sistahs. Carving out some much-needed “me” time in there as well. Sometimes it feels like my (preggo) brain is a spinning top, and big picture, it’s a wonder I’m able to get anything accomplished. I realize I must sound like I’m complaining. There is PLENTY for which I am happy and incredibly grateful. So much. Things could be so, so much worse, so I try my best to maintain perspective. Have compassion, for myself and others. Exhibit patience. But I am by no means perfect, “with it,” or altogether “put together” on some (actually a lot of) days. If only there were more hours in the day, I suppose?

I’m now at a point in the 3rd trimester where sleeping, sitting, standing or anything else that can even remotely push pressure on my joints gets incredibly uncomfortable in a hurry and I kinda-sorta should have my hospital bag packed, just in case. (I don’t.) So yeah, I admit it, I’m READY. I want to cry “Uncle” say “matte” already! SIGH. (No wait, that was a deep breath!)

I will say, one thing that has helped my sanity and staying on track (as much as I can anyway) is diligently writing in my Passion Planner and keeping up with it, and checking in weekly with my Accountability partner. Freakin’. Lifesaver. I have been writing the friendly reminder “Give everything 5 minutes – JUST START” in my planner for weeks now, and it’s been on my mind to login here and throw up a blog post. Something, anything.

However, these days what really, truly moves me to action is Emotion or Feeling, and right now I have to admit I’m… F*cking irritated.

Why is it that people just say whatever the heck they want to a pregnant lady? Here’s the deal: If you don’t have something nice to say, don’t say anything at all. If you find yourself sitting in awkward silence in the presence of a pregnant lady and don’t know what to say, don’t say anything at all. If what you’re about to say is something other than “You look GREAT,” with a big smile on your face, DON’T FREAKING SAY ANYTHING AT ALL.

I’ve heard it all, during this pregnancy. I don’t know what prompts totally complete strangers to ask the most inappropriate questions! I’ve even heard “Good thing you’re having a c-section!” Um, what? Or how about when family members jokingly ask “Are you sure there’s only one in there?” Um, thanks? Like I don’t freaking wake up in the morning and know what the freck I look like, how I feel?

Like I’m *not* the one LIVING this 24/7? Fuck.

OH and everyone, and I mean EVERYONE, is asking if we’ve chosen a name yet. Well I’ve decided I’m not saying squat about it, either way. I don’t care about anyone else’s input other than my husband’s because it’s OUR decision anyway. Everyone else gets to find out when we leave the hospital.

A-holes.