Temple of Sighs

So, sometimes life is sublime and sometimes it is not.  Sometimes things are easy and sometimes they are not.  Sometimes you just want to dance on a pinhead and sometimes you'd prefer to crawl under a rock.

This is the collage I completed this morning and it says it all.  (You can see my lame attempts to be artful on Instagram.  @Ciciellyn514)  

It seems as soon as one situation resolves itself, another takes its place.  I know this is life, but I need a break.  I don't share everything going on in my life, contrary to probable, popular belief.  I am very open and honest about my life, but I do hold some things back.  And will continue to do so.

When I awoke this morning, there was a message from a psychic medium whom I had followed for a day or two on FB when he offered free readings.  Free.  What the heck?  I never did receive the free reading, but he did ask if I wanted a $$ reading. I said no thanks and that was that.  

In his message this morning, he asked if I wanted to hear a message from "the temple".  I said sure.  A few minutes later he sent a message about intuition and not being afraid to listen to mine.  (I always do!)

Fast forward a couple of hours later, he reached out again and asked if I wanted a reading.   I said I would have loved one but his service is not in my budget this month.  He said he would accept a donation this time.  My first thought was that he had some important information to share.  Am I a dope or what? So I agreed to make a donation via Paypal.  I asked for his email address and it was a bizarre email.  Not going to explain..it just didn't fit and I became suspicious.  Yada, yada...we left it that he would do the reading and I would pay him afterwards.  I said fair enough as long as it is not an off the wall reading.  I want to know about two very particular situations.  He said okay that he'd be back in about 40 minutes.  Ha!

Its been about 2 hours.  Nothing.  I didn't pay him, but he has my name, DOB and email address.  And he knows I have Paypal.  So, I have now put out fraud alerts with the credit bureaus.  Not sure how far he could get, but I don't want to find out out.

This is of my own doing and I am beating myself up over it.  My faith should be enough to comfort me, but I am weak and I am sad. 

Are you there, God?  It's me, Nancy.  (sorry Judy Blume).