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crystals every witch should have

every crystal has a vibration and an affect on a person. certain crystals prevent negative energies, whereas others attract love. these these are the top 5 crystals every witch should own. (in my opinion)

🌙rose quartz rose quartz is a very beautiful stone, a crystal of unconditional love. it represents tenderness, healing, nourishment, and comfort. i suggest using this crystal in any love spell.

🌙selenite selenite can evoke an immense amount of protection from foreign realms. It is an extremely spiritual stone, as it dispels negative energy. selenite is a crystallized form of gypsum. it can clear, open, and activate the crown and higher chakras, making it excellent for all types of spiritual work.

🌙citrine citrine is a yellow/orange variety of quartz. it is a powerful gem, as it is well known for it’s cleansing abilities. it can be used to cleanse you, your magickal tools, and other crystals. it can also diffuse a situation or disturbance in your home, such as nightmares.

🌙amethyst amethyst is a light to dark purple variety of quartz. it helps deepen meditation, improves psychic ability, and aids in the remembrance of dreams. wearing the crystal, placing it on your pillow, nightstand, or altar will produce the greatest effect. it is a good offering to any gods or goddesses you believe in.

🌙moonstone ruled by the moon, this milky white in color crystal aids in dream recall and increases intuition. it calms emotions, like rose quartz, and benefits health. like the moon in the sky, it seems to illuminate.

i believe that crystals choose you. in whatever time you need them most, their vibrations will draw you to them. if you are going to buy a crystal or start a collection, i’d suggest going to your local crystal shop to buy them, unless you know exactly what you want. enjoy your crystal collecting!

love,     mikey♡

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Fly Me to the Moon

Lights flash, bathing the dock in blood red. Sirens sound as Zach screams to be heard over them.

“What the hell? What’s going on?”

“Don’t know. Think we got hit.”

“By what?”

“No clue. Maybe part of an asteroid. I don’t know.”

I don’t hear his response as a crash sounds and the ship shakes, forcing us to brace. Zach studies the nonsensical readings of the gauges while I frantically call out for mission control, only to be met with static.

“Ah, fuck me.” I yell, slamming my hand on the receiver.

“I’ll see if I can get it online. You wanna check the damage and see what you can fix?” I nod at Zach’s request and punch the code into the bay door. Nothing happened.

“We’re completely offline!”

“Fuck!” Zach yells as I try to force the doors open. I break open the control panel and manually override the system lock temporarily. Finally, the door groans open just enough for me to squeeze through. I make my way to the engine room. My heart drops as I hear the roar from down the hall. There’s a complete breach. A hole in the ship. I take a breath to settle myself and move to the window to survey the damage and see what I can do.

           The floor seems to drop out from under me as I observed the damage. The entire outer wall was ripped out. That would take weeks to repair with equipment we don’t have, and even then we wouldn’t be able to make it through re-entry. Parts of the engine were missing. There was nothing I could do. Twelve years of training, and I’m useless.

           In a daze, I walk to the living quarters. Ducking through the door, I step over to Zach’s personal area. I shoved mementos in hastily, knowing that I was on a clock. But this needed to be done just in case. Moving to my side, I pick up a picture and a painted rock without looking at them. I couldn’t afford to lose control now.

Grabbing necessities such as pillows, blankets, and packets of food and water, I make my way back to the command dock. Zach is still running around frantically trying to connect with the communications systems. Thankfully he had gotten the sirens shut off, leaving only the backup lights to illuminate the dim area. I drop the bag in the corner and unzip it, pulling out a framed picture.

“Did you get it fixed?” Zach turns to face me. Silently, I hand him the photograph of his wife and children that he kept by his bed. His face immediately twisted into one of desperation.

“I’m sorry.” I try.

“What are you saying?”

“Zach, we’re not getting home.”

“Kath, you can fix anything on this thing. You just have to try.”

“I can’t fix this. The entire outer wall is gone in the engine room. Along with parts of the engine.”

“A tarp. Something!”

“Zach, you know the physics as well as I do. You know what this means.”

“Dammit Katherine!” He moves closer. “You can fix this!” Tears well in his eyes. “What about Matthew?”

I cringe at the mention of the fiancé I’d never see again.

“I know, Zach. I need you to focus. I need you for this, okay? How are the comms systems?”

“Down. They’re all down.”

“Okay. Focus on outward communications. We can send a message home.”

He calms substantially. “What exactly are we looking at?”

“Best case, the wall connecting the engine room to the ship doesn’t hold, the vent system fails, and we suffocate.”

“That’s the best case?”

“Worst case is the doors shut down the manual override and lock shut, trapping us in command floating uncontrollably until we starve. That’s. . . also the most likely.

He sighs. “Let’s get to work then.”

The communications technician expertly connects wires as I open the plate on the side of the door to access the mechanism. If the door locks, it won’t matter if the rest of the ship fails. Command was built to stand on its own in an emergency. Hell of an emergency. We worked in crushing silence, both aware of our own mortality and what we were working for. Me, to hasten our deaths. Him, to send out one last message.

After about two hours, a violent quake rocks the ship, knocking me from my ladder. I swear and brace myself against the nearest wall, holding my now injured ankle. I hear a loud ratcheting, and I scream in frustration as I hear my work being undone. The door groans closed and sparks shoot from the panel. My worst fear is realized. I sit, staring blankly at the now impenetrable door. I know my mouth is open, but no sound comes out.

“Kath? What happened? Come on, talk to me.”

I stutter a few times before whispering, “we’re trapped.” Zach looks at the ground for a moment before crossing to the large med kit on the wall. He sits in front of where I’m slumped against the wall and reaches for my leg.

“Let me look at your ankle.”

I let him manipulate my sprained ankle, grimacing as he splints and wraps it. I try to crack a cheesy joke, and he laughs without a trace of sadness. In this moment, I’m incredibly grateful for him.

“Okay, I guess I should get back to work on those communications. You rest, okay?”

“Fuck you”, I laugh as I stand up.

He grins. “What are you gonna do, Kath? Fix the comms for me?”

“I have another project in mind that utilizes my skillset more effectively.” I say mysteriously. He rolls his eyes dramatically and climbs under the communications panel once again. I limp to the ship-wide speaker system. About 45 minutes later, I connected two wires and heard the crackling of the speaker. I tweaked another wire and smiled as I heard the first strains of Elton John’s Rocket Man. Before the launch, NASA had allowed Zach and I to create a master playlist for the ship. Because the trip was only supposed to be two months, we thought it would be funny to pick as many space themed songs as we could. A fitting soundtrack for the end of our world.

           Zach laughs and begins to sing along as he works. Two songs later, he finally announces he has the outward communications online. We prepare to send our final message. With a grim expression, he presses the button and begins to speak. I watch morosely.

           “Mission control. Exploration to ground. Problem assessed. Exterior wall and engine compromised. It’s. . . it’s gone. Both specialists are trapped in the command dock. Mechanical specialist Chambers has determined that the locking system is permanently offline and unable to be overridden. We have limited rations and no control of the ship. We. . . we aren’t coming home.”

Zach hesitates before continuing. “Outbound communications are up. No other communication systems are online. We would both like this recording to be accessed by our families and anyone who it may be of interest to. I’ll start. My name is Zachary Roberts. I am a communications specialist serving what was expected to be a two month mission aboard the Exploration spacecraft. We were hit by debris at approximately 0900 hours. It has been an honor to serve my country. I have no regrets and thank everyone for allowing me this experience. Now, I’d like to address my family.

           Annie, Elise, Daddy loves you more than anything. When I left, I told you that I’d be able to see you from up here. That’s still true. Now I’ll always be smiling down on you. When you get lonely at night, look for me. I’ll be the star closest to the moon. I’ve always been so proud of you both. No matter what you do in life, I will always be proud of you. Baby girls, take care of each other.

           Abby, baby, I wish there were words to tell you how much I love you. And how sorry I am to be leaving you. I wish I could dry your tears. But I don’t want this to be your last memory of me. Remember when we first moved in together? That tiny little apartment in the city? Everyone said we were so stupid for moving in together so young. We so were, baby. We couldn’t even pay the electric bill. I just remember sitting on the floor of that apartment. It was almost pitch black. But the city lights were so pretty. They were enough to light up your beautiful face. I remember thinking how goddamn happy I was. How happy I still am. Every day with you has been magical, baby. Never forget how much I love you. How much I love our beautiful family.”

Zach’s voice finally cracks. “Abby, Annie, Elise, goodbye girls. I love you to infinity and beyond.”

He steps back and clears his throat. I don’t know what to say. Zach gestures to the comms. I step forward and feel my chest seize as I realize the power of my next words. For the first time, I realize with true clarity that I will never see Matthew again. I press the button.

“My name is Katherine Rose Chambers. I am the mechanical specialist on the Exploration Spacecraft. I’d like to thank NASA for this wonderful opportunity. I know they did everything they could. This. . . this will be my last transmission. I’d like to address my fiancé, Matthew Schoonover. And express my deep regret that I never got to be Katherine Schoonover.

           Matt, I know that when you hear this, you’ll analyze every word. Just as I almost analyzed every word of this speech. But I decided to go into it not knowing what I was going to say. I’m just going to say what I feel. Know that behind every word is an incredible love. A love that I didn’t know was possible until I met you. I am so grateful to have been your Annabelle Lee, and we’ll always have the dream of our kingdom by the sea.

           Matt, when I left, you said that the only way you could bear me being up here was knowing that we’d be reunited soon. Hon, we still have that. You know I’ve never believed in an afterlife. But if an afterlife means I get to see you again, I’ll believe with everything I have. Anything that lets me see your beautiful brown eyes again is worth believing. Matt, hon, I can’t kiss you goodbye. But I promise that wherever I end up, I’ll be waiting for you. Take your time. Enjoy your life and know that I’m with you. I love you. End transmission.”

I turned away with a ball in my throat. Zach was leaning against the back wall with tears streaking his face. We had just officially acknowledged our deaths. There was nothing left to do. We had said goodbye to everything we knew.

           “I’ve never heard you speak like that. So. . . emotional.”

I sniffed and crossed to my friend as my eyes started to fill.

           “It’s Matt.” I say as he embraces me and I let the tears fall. We slide down the wall and I lay my head on his shoulder.

           “I know”, he says, resting his head on mine. We watch the infinite universe that we were now a part of through the front window.

           “I know.”

Fly me to the Moon by Sinatra flows through the speaker system as we sit together. Two trusted coworkers. Two good friends. United in death and an endless universe.

Fly me to the Moon.

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I am leaving, I am leaving, but the fighter still remains.

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Poem I started but lost motivation for

Walk with me through the fire Let the coals singe our skin And blister us in the heat We’ll stride hand in hand And learn to love the pain.

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Stars

Don’t judge me, I wrote this at 2am after a very tiring day. It might suck. I haven’t shared my writing in a long time. Mostly because I suck at it, but I decided to take a risk seeing as I only have like 9 followers. So here goes. I’m always open to feedback.

I was looking at the stars.

When it happened, I was staring into the magnificent sky. The city lights blew past, illuminating everything and hiding the twinkling suns. Only a sparse few shone bright enough to cut through the haze, and for their efforts they were rewarded with my transfixed gaze. My cheek rested on the door of the family car–my eyes toward the sky. I felt the rhythmic humming of the pavement as it skimmed beneath the tires. The wind blew past, almost overpowering the sound of someone humming along with the radio. I saw nothing but the hazy night sky and the faint lights scattered across it.

And then

I heard a horn blare. The gentle humming of the road was replaced with the grind of friction. A scream pierced my ears as I heard the sound of metal crunching.

That was it. Suddenly nothing mattered. Everything that I had was gone. Is became was. My story had ended. And I didn’t care because I was looking at the stars

And suddenly I became one.

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The Wonder of Color

I actually wasn’t a big fan of this, but my friend liked it and said I should post it. I decided to see if I could write something describing color without using color. So here you go. I’m really enjoying writing again, so if anyone has any ideas I’d love to hear them.

I never realized how much I was missing until I met you. I wandered through the park enjoying the soft wind as it lightly pushed at my hair. The birds, all different shades of gray, hopped from tree to tree. I settled on the narrow bench to watch the life around me. When you sat down next to me and our eyes met, my world exploded. Crystal clear pigments filled my vision, and I whipped my head around to drink in my new surroundings. Suddenly the birds were not just varied shades of the same drab color. They were the universe. I never knew so many shades could exist. The grass, fluttering quietly in the breeze, was a deep calming hue. Children picked the blades, unaware that everything had changed. I glanced up, and my jaw fell open. The sky, once a sickly gray, had become the most glorious thing I could imagine. The deep abyss seemed to stretch into eternity, beckoning me and anyone else who found herself lost in the sky. The color was energizing–almost electric. I had seen eternity. And it was beautiful. You asked if I was alright, and I tore myself away. You must have seen it, too. We locked eyes; yours were the color of the trees. “Isn’t it amazing?” I asked. “The colors!” Your tree eyes crinkled as you glanced around. You told me you didn’t understand. I watched the back of your head–the color of sun shining on soil. I watched as you walked away, and my world slowly faded back to gray.

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She had the stars in her eyes

I wrote this in about 5 minutes because I wanted to kill some time and to try writing from a dude’s perspective. Please excuse any grammar mishaps.

Do you remember swinging on the playground as a kid? How your stomach would drop when you reached the apex of each swing. Your legs stretched out as the wind blew past your face and the world dropped out from under you. That’s what falling in love feels like. The second you’re sure is simultaneously the most freeing and terrifying experience of your life. Knowing for sure is the moment when you let go of the swing and fly through the air, not caring that gravity is pulling you down. For that one moment, you are flying. My moment was at a park in the middle of the night. She had her legs across my lap and was trying to suck up the last of her gas station slurpee, giggling at the sound the straw made when she was unsuccessful. She said I was being quiet, but I was observing. I observed her lips that were curved into a permanent smile so that I could never take her seriously when she was mad. I couldn’t stop watching as the streetlight painted her hair a pure gold that shimmered when she moved. But her eyes. Her eyes were what really did it. They were as vast and complex as the universe. A tiny galaxy right here on earth. I stared into her deep blue eyes, thinking about how lucky I was to call her mine. She had the stars in her eyes, and she had chosen me. And then my stomach dropped, and I was flying.

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Nine

This is a response to a prompt. I didn’t edit much, so feel free to send suggestions. The title also needs work.

I smoothed my dark hair and made sure that it fell perfectly on my silk-covered shoulders. My mother had insisted on buying me a flowery dress as soon as the clock branded on my arm reached 7 days. I didn’t really see the point. Soulmates, I thought, were not supposed to care about looks. Still, I had to admit that I felt beautiful as I waited anxiously on the corner. According to those in my life whose clock had already ticked down to zero, you were not supposed to vary your routine much. But Aunt Rhea had suggested I stop somewhere memorable. This is a big moment, she had said. I should make it my own. So here I stood, on the corner of Main and Oak, nervously shifting my weight. This particular location was on my way home from class and had a cute little café a few blocks away that we could walk to. The autumn leaves colored the scene nicely. A brilliant red tree stood watch over the street and the more muted foliage that lined the block. If there was ever a perfect place to meet your soulmate, this was it. My parents had been at a grocery store. I wasn’t one for the picture perfect romance, but this was better. My heart pounded beneath the silky fabric of my dress as I scanned the crowd. Two minutes. Though I tried to convince myself that I didn’t care, there was a definite picture in my mind of how he would look. Of course, it didn’t particularly matter. We were made for each other–destined since birth. We would love each other more than anything. I laughed at the thought. In less than a minute, I would meet the person with whom I would grow old. Terrifying, yet oddly soothing. The afternoon crowd was growing, and I couldn’t help but think that he was there. I hoped he would be my age. Every so often someone’s clock will expire and they’ll find out that they’re in love with someone twice their age. They’re obviously happy, but I don’t think that’s what anyone dreams of. A family had drawn my attention across the street. Their son seemed to be around 18. I watched him play with his little sister. No, not him. A blond boy sat on a bench reading a book. But it wasn’t him either, he was too engrossed for someone about to meet their match. I checked my time again. This was fate. It couldn’t be rushed. My chest was burning as the numbers on my forearm reached thirty seconds. Across the street, a boy that looked to be my age rounded the corner at a quicker pace than the casual passersby. My pulse was heavy in my ears as I watched him check his arm and look around. Our eyes met, and my breath caught in my throat. He was beautiful in the most masculine sense. Chocolate colored hair fell in a cropped mess around a face that displayed a look of wonderment. He was too far to see his features clearly, but it was him. I was sure. We didn’t break eye contact as he started toward me. We would meet in just seconds. I was ready. A scream was ripped from deep inside my chest, covering the sound of squealing brakes as he disappeared. I sank to my knees, black pavement staining my white dress. Someone shouted for an ambulance, but I knew it would do no good as I held my trembling arm and stared at the pale number nine frozen on my skin.

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https://www.theodysseyonline.com/8-things-my-aspie-brother-taught-me?ref=fb 8 lessons I learned from my aspie brother.

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Damn I forgot about this one.

Nine

This is a response to a prompt. I didn’t edit much, so feel free to send suggestions. The title also needs work.

I smoothed my dark hair and made sure that it fell perfectly on my silk-covered shoulders. My mother had insisted on buying me a flowery dress as soon as the clock branded on my arm reached 7 days. I didn’t really see the point. Soulmates, I thought, were not supposed to care about looks. Still, I had to admit that I felt beautiful as I waited anxiously on the corner. According to those in my life whose clock had already ticked down to zero, you were not supposed to vary your routine much. But Aunt Rhea had suggested I stop somewhere memorable. This is a big moment, she had said. I should make it my own. So here I stood, on the corner of Main and Oak, nervously shifting my weight. This particular location was on my way home from class and had a cute little café a few blocks away that we could walk to. The autumn leaves colored the scene nicely. A brilliant red tree stood watch over the street and the more muted foliage that lined the block. If there was ever a perfect place to meet your soulmate, this was it. My parents had been at a grocery store. I wasn’t one for the picture perfect romance, but this was better. My heart pounded beneath the silky fabric of my dress as I scanned the crowd. Two minutes. Though I tried to convince myself that I didn’t care, there was a definite picture in my mind of how he would look. Of course, it didn’t particularly matter. We were made for each other–destined since birth. We would love each other more than anything. I laughed at the thought. In less than a minute, I would meet the person with whom I would grow old. Terrifying, yet oddly soothing. The afternoon crowd was growing, and I couldn’t help but think that he was there. I hoped he would be my age. Every so often someone’s clock will expire and they’ll find out that they’re in love with someone twice their age. They’re obviously happy, but I don’t think that’s what anyone dreams of. A family had drawn my attention across the street. Their son seemed to be around 18. I watched him play with his little sister. No, not him. A blond boy sat on a bench reading a book. But it wasn’t him either, he was too engrossed for someone about to meet their match. I checked my time again. This was fate. It couldn’t be rushed. My chest was burning as the numbers on my forearm reached thirty seconds. Across the street, a boy that looked to be my age rounded the corner at a quicker pace than the casual passersby. My pulse was heavy in my ears as I watched him check his arm and look around. Our eyes met, and my breath caught in my throat. He was beautiful in the most masculine sense. Chocolate colored hair fell in a cropped mess around a face that displayed a look of wonderment. He was too far to see his features clearly, but it was him. I was sure. We didn’t break eye contact as he started toward me. We would meet in just seconds. I was ready. A scream was ripped from deep inside my chest, covering the sound of squealing brakes as he disappeared. I sank to my knees, black pavement staining my white dress. Someone shouted for an ambulance, but I knew it would do no good as I held my trembling arm and stared at the pale number nine frozen on my skin.

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Poem I started but lost motivation for

Walk with me through the fire Let the coals singe our skin And blister us in the heat We’ll stride hand in hand And learn to love the pain.

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One last time.

Not my best, but I’m glad I’m getting back into writing.

She lay on her back, counting the ceiling tiles for the umpteenth time. She didn’t know what she expected, but as always there were 49 and one quarter tiles lining the small hospital room. The constant air flow through her oxygen tubes tickled her nose annoyingly. God, she was bored. She glanced at her mother, asleep in the chair next to her bed. The rosary was still clutched in her hand. At her mother’s suggestion, she had even tried to pray. Not that it would do any good. Miracles didn’t happen in real life. Her skin felt like sandpaper underneath her standard issue purple robe. It was a colossal injustice to be so restless with no strength to do anything about it. The glint of headlights on the window of the room drew her attention. It looked like a gorgeous night. The moon was just a sliver, and a smattering of stars were visible above the city haze. She sighed and pressed the button that was a constant against her palm. “Hey girlie. Shouldn’t you be asleep?” The nurse whispered as she entered. “Can you open the window? Please?” “ I’m not really supposed to, but I think o could break a rule for you.” She winked as she put pushed the glass pane up and told her to get some sleep. As the nurse left, she felt her first breeze in nearly a month. It brushed her hair back and cascaded over her skin as she felt her body relax. She turned her attention back to counting the 49 and one quarter tiles. And as the cool night air washed over her, she closed her eyes.

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I tried pointelism. That thing where you paint with dots. Holy hell it’s tedious.

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My roommate told me to post the thing I did.

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The thing about sunsets

Here’s the thing about sunsets: they’re temporary. Every night they paint the sky. Striking reds mixed with bright pinks and golds. It always seems that the sun is giving its last hurrah, apologizing for leaving with a brilliant goodbye. Each day is a new masterpiece. Some days the sky is splashed with purple-highlighting the bold majesty of the sunset. Other days flecks of green peek out from behind the clouds. It would seem impossible to cry while watching the art splayed across the horizon. But then it ends. And you’re plunged into the kind of darkness that lasts for hours and drains you. The temperature drops and the world spins slower. Everything just seems to stop. The night can be beautiful in its own right, as the light of the sun gives way to the light of the stars. But the darkness can be suffocating. The deep velvet night presses in, permeating the air with a feeling of loneliness. Yes, after dusk the world can seem hopeless. You may find yourself yearning to watch the sun paint the sky one more time. But if you spend all night pining over the show that has already passed, you’ll forget to enjoy the beauty right in front of you. And even on the darkest night, you know there will always be another sunset.

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I have a friend that really likes Winnie the Pooh. This looked better in my head lol.

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She had the stars in her eyes

I wrote this in about 5 minutes because I wanted to kill some time and to try writing from a dude’s perspective. Please excuse any grammar mishaps.

Do you remember swinging on the playground as a kid? How your stomach would drop when you reached the apex of each swing. Your legs stretched out as the wind blew past your face and the world dropped out from under you. That’s what falling in love feels like. The second you’re sure is simultaneously the most freeing and terrifying experience of your life. Knowing for sure is the moment when you let go of the swing and fly through the air, not caring that gravity is pulling you down. For that one moment, you are flying. My moment was at a park in the middle of the night. She had her legs across my lap and was trying to suck up the last of her gas station slurpee, giggling at the sound the straw made when she was unsuccessful. She said I was being quiet, but I was observing. I observed her lips that were curved into a permanent smile so that I could never take her seriously when she was mad. I couldn’t stop watching as the streetlight painted her hair a pure gold that shimmered when she moved. But her eyes. Her eyes were what really did it. They were as vast and complex as the universe. A tiny galaxy right here on earth. I stared into her deep blue eyes, thinking about how lucky I was to call her mine. She had the stars in her eyes, and she had chosen me. And then my stomach dropped, and I was flying.