So getting back to daily feelings / life / facts feels…
… exciting
Last night I drank tequila beers at Eddie’s Grub House.
We took a break to wander across the street and watch the sun dip from the surf club.
I’ve been back now for about 27 months. As the ocean ate the light goodnight, new friends taught me about the volcanic remains we were toasting upon with some of the nicest smiles and most sincerity that I may have experienced ever.
I thought of so many things ringing in 42. I thought about my first husband. About the second two drop kicks I brought in as stand ins while I was torturing myself over my only taste of perfection diving south.
And then I scribbled in my notebook about how it was never perfect, how it was ten years ago now, and how mother fucking blessed I was to be drinking beers with fine gentlemen kissing the end of my birthday goodbye.
… it’s a bit exciting being back blahg family.
I’m plotting my next 12 months. There’s a lot of shit I need to get done before 43 rocks in. I’m not rushing anything… but as a virgo, I need to be god damned organised (at least in my own head).
The best thing about my 2020 birthday was spending time with people who finally made me feel home. New York City is my blood… Australia is my home.
I’m about to make a list of things to get popping this week. I have a new perspective and a refreshed state.
Here we go! Eeeeeh!!