Follow The Signs

I took a detour back to the road that started my new life.  I hadn't been there for awhile, and it felt great to be back.  Then, whoa! A sign appeared indicating the end of the road. It felt so sad to read it.   Hurtful even. This road held so much joy, and I loved the tall, dark haired wild wolf who lived there.  I just stood there lost in the woods for a couple of days.  It felt pretty dark......

And holy Fuck if the Universe didn't send me a huge torch to light the way in the form of an unexpected financial windfall.  Universe, you puckish, crazy cat.   Really?

And STILL I stood at the end of the road- a little overwhelmed and stuck.  I couldn't conceive getting up and leaving. Because walking away truly meant letting go of the old road and giving in to the finality. I didn't want to face the sign, even though the sign maker spelled everything out perfectly.
Damn scorpios ;)

So Universe fated me to see another sign created by an very fun artist I admire about accepting change.  It was like Universe jumping up and down shouting.  "Hey!!!  Hey, over here!  THIS is your road.  Get your ass over here!!!

So I started.  Actually, I jumped.  Let's just say there's gold in them thar hills.  And right now a WellsFargo Coach is on its way to San Francisco Caleefornia to pay off ye old homestead way early.  I know...WHAT THE EFF!  ( I like to imagine that Bart and Waco Kidd and all the good Johnsons in Rock Ridge are making sure the transaction is safe and goes well)

It is scary, but allows me to FINALLY have a permanent space in my beloved Normal Heights, a chance to travel and maybe the chance to welcome another dog into my heart.  I'm hoping this new horizon allows me to forgive, forget and thrive.

2015 held some challenges for sure.  It's time to allow my sassy, random, fun, dorky self to emerge.  Woo Woo Whimsical is banished to a closet with fairies to snort glitter, make flower necklaces and read bad romance novels.  It's time for some bad assery  attitude 'round these here parts.

Life has some pretty funny shit happen.  This is the last serious piece I will write.   I'll fill you in on some fun stuff that happened this year like the flasher with the Sweet Potato Penis, a client who thought peach yogurt was a cure for an ailing hooha, and the day I had to use my bra as a Kleenex.

Sign me up.

Say You'll Remember....

You know the experience of hearing a song for the first time that sends shivers down your spine and expresses the exact emotion you're feeling? We all have.  Borrowed my friend's car and her teenage daughter's CD was playing.  Meant for me to hear I guess.

Bittersweet reunion with someone I love so much recently.  It was so wonderful to see my friend and hug him and catch up and just soak it all in after months of no contact.   I treasured the time so much and felt blessed to see my dark handsome wolf again.  The 4 years I have known him have flown by.  And I was happy and sad at the same time.  I knew he was leaving my little space. I felt it.  On to a different sphere of influence and fame and fortune,  I am so happy for him.  He's worked hard for these moments. Life is about changes - even if we don't want the change.  Accepting the change is hard.  Loving it is impossible.

The past four years?  Giggling over Cosmopolitan sex tips,  the long journey to being there, strings and a slide enchanting me on a surprise July night, overcoming fear, learning, flower petal faux pas, stupid disco candles, a path of lights to my door, FogHorn LegHorn impressions., and many sweet memories. I'm going to miss those intense, dark eyes that hide the sweetest soul.  Not going to pretend that part isn't breaking my heart a little.

I'm letting Taylor take it from here.  Yes, THAT Taylor.  Because she nailed it.  Exactly!  For  this is what my heart would say.......