Merry Christmas blog tribe. I hope everyone ate too much and was showered in gifts. My nemesis over the past few days has been goat cheese stuffed cherry tomatoes and more champagne than I could accurately recall.
Coming from Spain, my husband made the biggest seafood paella I have ever seen and we guzzled sangria like it’s my job.
Speaking of jobs… I can’t say how wonderful not working has been. The last time I had all of my time to myself was 2009/2010 when I first fired up this blahg and was finding my way back to Manhattan. I published three poetry books back then, wrote and shot a short film, scribbled out a couple of other scripts, and even played YouTube a bit which I’ve since destroyed.
Though I’m contemplating firing up a new one…
I spend my days walking my dogs, loving my man, editing / writing / pondering, swimming in the sea, laying in the sun, cooking European feasts, hiding out, meditating and literally being blissful.
When I first started whispering to my tiny inner circle about my man moving us over to a military base on the Indian Ocean where I can sit on my front porch, stare at the waves and spill stories… I received back a few, “Gee, not working? Aren’t you going to be bored?”
To this I responded something like, “HAHAHAHAHAHAAHA….” (pause, gasp, wipe eye tears) “HAAAAAAAAAAA!” Prior to concluding with, “Ummm, no. Nope. I won’t be bored.”
Independently supporting myself as a Writer in some of the most expensive neighborhoods on earth while I was in Manhattan for eight years was tremendously satisfying. Anyone who came to visit me can tell you how I was living.
And let me tell you… I was liv-in.
Now, I just want to chill. Having turned 40 in September, walking into the second half of my life — I am more than happy to have someone take care of me. I spent 20 years paying bills, covering rent, grinding grinding grinding. Having only now stopped, about a month ago, there’s no words for how relaxed I feel.
It’s the first time in my life since I was a kid living with my parents that anyone is going to take care of me.
We’re hanging out waiting for the official order. Once it comes, the puppies, myself and my man will be picked up and plopped on the west coast quicker than you can say, “Yes, please.” Or as my husband would say, “Porfavor…“
Wrapping up this year is more symbolic to me thank I can express. Perhaps I can have a go when I start publishing my next set of poetry books.
… considering my time is mine now. The new life I sought when I left Manhattan starts now. I couldn’t be more pleased.