Hiding has suited me more than words can depict.
It’s been the best birthday weekend I’ve had to date. Since I found Heath, we’ve been inseparable. We haven’t spent a single day apart, two nights early at the start by circumstance.
There’s some cult members that lurk around this webpage who can ride back 12 years with me to the start. Back when I dumped husband one to move on with my life.
Somewhere in these pages a second and third husband are woven in for a variety of reasons. Brief spats of nothing filling a void I tried to deny was there.
It’s full now… lucky number four is official. I couldn’t be more pleased.
We spent around two months jetting around Queensland. Shout out to you guys who support the podcast. Next to my writing, it’s the most fun I’ve had with an art project.
Heath and I will be married next month, there’s all sorts of exciting news coming along with that. I’m melting back into my blahg. I’m happy I didn’t take it down, like I tend to with Interweb happenings. Online does and always has bored me, but the connections I’ve made and make are what keep me dipping in and out.
A birthday resolution is to be more consistent around here. I actually stuck with and manifested all of my birthday resolutions from last year, this year will be even better. At 43 years old, I’ve learned even when life feels the best, better is around the corner waiting to blow your mind.
My mind is blown. I spent my life looking for Heath and substituting half wits to kill the time while I wondered where he was. I went to New York City looking for him. I found myself and came back to Australia alone around eight years later because I knew it was where I had to be.
And here I am…
