This should be good.
It's been more years than I can remember and I'm ready to be back. Do you want to hear the truth? Know the fantasies, fears and delusions of my mind? Miss my stories of self-grandeur? I'm back in a place of transition;
This time, there's more mourning, but also plenty of celebration: in November, I'll receive the first of two knee surgeries, kicking off a project of healing, surgery and rehab for two and a half years. All I want to do is dance, sing, write, and fuck in this body that will soon be transformed into something newly abled. So in these next few months, I'll sing and write and dance and fuck, play volleyball in the park and go hiking around the lake, camp on beaches and smoke joints on cliffs, aim for the Juan de Fuca and kickstart alternative sources of revenue for my business.
I'm better with my finances, have and keep a budget, have a partner to love on, a blooming, young man to raise, a family that delights and loves me, a remarkable job, plenty of growth opportunities. I can tell you about my dreams, the vision I've arrived at with a lot of clarity, and all plans and actions I'm taking to get there. This should be good. Did you miss me?
