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reflect

IMG_6664I’ve been maintaining this page for over five years. I’ve said it before, looking back can be some shiz.

Last April something happened that I’m not allowed to talk about right now. But put shortly, it dramatically changed my life. Just as much as my divorce, actually. And like my divorce, it’s something that changed me permanently, in a forever sort of way.

When I came back to New York City, it wasn’t because I had to, or really wanted to, leave Australia. I’ll always consider Australia home, and sooner or later I’ll return. I left to get away from someone who took me for granted and treated me disgustingly for a few years. Continue reading

i throw wednesdays. to tuesday.

Today is Wednesday. I’ve checked a few times so far. I have had a vision that gets brighter with every breathe… Monday, Tuesday Wednes… etc.

I’ve been asking my best friends to pinch me more than usual lately. I’m not sure if I’ve mentioned that. Plus, I’ve been listening to some lyrical tracks:

Got the club going up, on a Tuesday…Continue reading

outline this. (expression)

outline this. (expression)

i moved inside. midnight. like touching: i…
walked and resided to find roaming. that
discovery… that this physical try
incapably accommodates my… what…
do you know anyone… who pushed… so… hard…
never learned to walk. i saturate. drift.
my memories born within. crystal shards.
broken, sharp outline. you fold to resist.
making shapes. we enlighten reflection.
seasonal turns. of what i must produce:
eliminate need. cut. out. injection.
like you can’t get beyond. a broken noose:
i stopped. telling. effort to make… aware.
gasping for words. the way humans breathe. air.

 

how we law

I had many appointments today. I was up down and around New York City. At the end of it, I dipped into a half-price happy hour at 3 Sheets Salon and worked on Book. That was super fun. It’s nearly done… you know?

Book is sexy blog tribe. #justsayin

Last night was my first night back in Manhattan after a lot of days away. David and I immediately collected to catch each other up on stories etc.

And we danced our faces off in my living room to this:


 

BANG! I’M BACK!! BANG BANG!!!

DSCN2332OMFG. Blog family, it’s been a minute. An epic gap in the five year strong FollowMeToNYC crusade through my wordly world.

I’ve been in the country, Halloween came and went, I’ve been quiet and internal and reflective and all of those things that take you over in the times of your life that will prove to be most critical.

Essentially, shit’s going done.

There’s something that’s been on my mind since April and, unlike my happy trails of rant that I leave around here, I can’t directly talk about it. I guess the best thing to compare it to is that I feel like I’m in a witness protection program. Only I was a victim, not a DSCN2396witness. And in any event, I can’t talk about it. However, I will say, that this incident has directly impacted where I’m at right now – in every sense.

SO!!! Tomorrow, it’s back to New York City time. It’s been close to a remarkable three weeks since I’ve directly dealt with that little life of mine tightly nesting on the fringe of Times Square.

This is the first time I’ve been “in between jobs” since independently building my Manhattan life. That means I’ve never been cut loose to simply enjoy what I worked so hard for. And that’s exactly what I plan to do.

Of course, I’ve been working around the clock for the past two weeks. I have applied for Writer work everywhere from New York City to Australia and back to Seattle. I’ve been writing Book and dumping boyfriends.

That said, I have a new favorite dump your partner track. Y’all know how I love my empowering break-up songs, especially considering how many fools I’ve circled with over the past 36 months.

“And every day I wake up celebrating shit. Why? Cause I just dodged a bullet from a crazy bitch…”

 

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