May 19, 2015 Anna Judd


Last night, I continued with my yoni egg practice. I had a hard time getting into a mindful, meditative state, which is usually when I do my best work. My mind was wandering, and instead of fighting it, I just layed back and enjoyed it. In truth, I was thinking about dolphins.

I have the cover for a National Geographic in my head, which reads "Thinking Like A Dolphin". I saw it in line when I was looking for I don't know what at the local thrift store. To this day, when my Dad asks me what I want to be when I grow up, I tell him I want to be a dolphin. He is a lawyer, and I am an artist, and he doesn't get it.

"But what are you going to do about money?" he'll ask me.

"Dolphins don't need money, Dad."

"Come on. Get serious. What's your plan?" he'll ask again, visibly frustrated. 

"If I can't make it on my own, I'll get a job at Sea World." 

"Don't you have to be a marine biologist to..."

Still missing the point. "Not if you are a dolphin, Dad."

I haven't told him yet that I am both studying and selling magical rocks intended to be inserted into vaginas worldwide. But one day, I will. I will tell him that he couldn't possibly understand how important my work is, how people really need it, how I am making a difference in the world, one vagina at a time. (In all seriousness, this is how I  feel.) 

"I'm sorry I lied to you, Dad," I'll say."I wasn't really going to school to become a dolphin. I was learning how to be a unicorn. I'm a unicorn now, Dad."

 

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