Namaste international love tribe

My job concluded last week. This all happened very hush-like, I don’t like to make a big IMG_4791deal about certain things. Particularly not things in the land of survive. I had a wonderful Writer job that I outgrew, now I’m going on to the next one…

That brings me back. Once upon a time, I fell in love, again.

The last week has been very flavorful which is why I fell a bit quiet. The summary of all occurrences is as follows:

1. I’m in between jobs.

2. I have more time to work on my book than I’ve had since getting back from Australia for a bit.

3. I might be moving out of the city into country land.

4. Perhaps not…

5. Book.

After working just over three years, I have enough dollars in my pocket to buy me a month-ish of time to myself before I have to restart the word hustle. Sometimes the hardest thing for me to do is relax. My brain perpetually buzzes with what’s up next.

On that note, I’ve also been thinking about what really matters recently. Now that I’ve rocked New York harder than I ever imagined and feel professionally satisfied and more confident than ever when it comes to surviving as a Writer, I’ve been thinking about love again.

You know me, I’m always thinking about love.

On that note, I’m going to visit Husband Two in a week. It’s been lovely conversing with someone who really has stayed honest with me, what a rare concept on Earth.

All weekend all I’m doing is book, locked away in the forest, figuring out what’s next.

It’s scary, delicious and I can’t wait what we’re about to get into this time…