Dreaming It Until It's Real

-
It's the perfect grey day. The world is drizzling outside. The sound of the rain embraces me, and I know peace right now.

I had two massages scheduled, one canceled, so I've been off leash since noon. I had already walked the dog during a break in the rain this morning. I made a steaming cup of loose leaf tea. A friend had given me the tea for Christmas.

I love the sound of tires on a wet street.

I've opened all the windows and back doors of the house to air it out. Ozone rich air always is the best air freshener.

So with a hot cup of tea, and being serenaded by the rain I am beginning my new life. It feels amazing. I can't believe I am doing it. I want to write. I want to work from home. I still want to be active and massage.

Guess what?

That is exactly what is happening. I am piss-scared about it. But I am doing it. I've got a banging resume that two friends in the profession edited for me.(I was proud of how little they had to add or correct. I still got it baby!) I have various writing websites I've been trolling, and setting up accounts with.

Wish me luck.


Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

The Compound

-
Image
Much like the Summer of Love, the 80s LA punk scene, Britain in the Swinging 60s, or any other seminal moment in time, if you weren't around for The Compound from 2004-2016- YOU DON'T KNOW! You can't. It was magical. Sometimes a group of people find each other and a family is formed. That was what happened to me and my husband Scott in 2004 when we moved into the front house on Coronado Ave. There was a mother-in-law house behind us with it's own backyard, and a small apartment above the double garage at the end of the driveway. Pete and Josh lived in the MIL house, and a supremely grumpy guy named Johnny English lived in the apartment. P & J were cautiously friendly for a bit then warmed up to us when we all realized we were total dog people. Johnny would scowl every time he saw us. It took the supreme flirting skills of our 20 pound cat Liam to finally break him. We found out he was a custom guitar builder for Fender guitars. I took to calling him ...
Read more

My Grandmother Eda Died Today

-
I saw the text in the Whole Foods Lane 5. I was running in to buy a lemon to slice and put in my client's water. I had grabbed a piece of pizza, cold coffee, tonic water, and a scone for lunch and snacks. I was coming in hot from Irvine where I'd done a 90 minute massage, scrub, and scalp treatment on a favorite client of mine. I started late because I helped her put her Christmas stuff up in the attic. 15 minutes tops. Then she added a scalp treatment so it became 2 1/2 hours, and there went my cushion to get my ass to the spa. No biggie, just glad I always add time to my appointments. I'm in Whole Foods with a headful of nonsense I need to take care of. I pull my phone out of my purse. It's on silent, but I can feel it buzzing. I'm not sure if the phone was set to buzz, or I just sensed the shitstorm of texts in my purse. "Mom passed away midday today. I love you. I am so glad she is out of pain." At first I thought it was MY mom, and I almost fain...
Read more

Forbidden Dreams

-
Image
Scott said the most amazing thing to me yesterday. We were watching TV and a Mutual of Omaha ad came on while I was out of the room. He took the time to call me back into the room, rewind the commercial and have me watch it. It was a woman, who once weighed 400lbs, describing how it felt to cross the finish line of a 600 mile race she had dreamed about completing. Her friend who did the race with her started weeping at the finish line, and she asked her why. The woman replied, "You did it. You fulfilled your dream!" Scott paused the TV, turned to me and said, "That's you, baby. You're going to finish American Ninja Warrior. You have done every single thing you say you are going to do, no matter how out there. You are going to press that red button. I hope you take a moment when you do to realize how far you've come, and who you really are." Pic one: Summer 2006 Me one week after surgery. 360lbs What can I say? I started crying. I was still in my workout...
Read more