This is exactly where I was supposed to be. And I knew it and I couldn't argue it anymore. And I was driving home and I was real mad at God. I was really mad at God. I've never had a problem with God given the whole growing up in the church thing. But I like to treat God kind of like he was Santa. Do these things for me. I'll do this if you'll give me this. There was a lot of bartering with God, right? It doesn't work, by the way. And I'm screaming at God while I'm driving on the freeway, just like, what the hell? I love drinking on a Tuesday and eating tacos. I hate you, and I hate everything about this. If this is really it, info, if this is really it, give me one more sign. I'm screaming demands of God. It's shaking. of God to give me a sign. God was in my dash. God was in my dash. The timing was, it was ding, ding. I mean, it was so overwhelming to me it was like a burning bush experience i had to pull over to the side of the freeway and just sit there and i laughed and i cried you know that kind of when you laugh cry snot comes out of your face it's really unattractive that's what was happening for me because here i was demanding a sign from god from the universe and he's like okay perform the service now what Now what, bitch? And I was like, okay, you win. You win. Because I give up. I give up.