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.