Greetings from Cabo San Lucas, Mexico! (or perhaps I should say, ¡Hola!). Five days after my panicked, very expensive rescheduled arrival, I can admit that I may just be … wait for it … relaxed. What a very strange feeling!
Sure, there is work to be done. Sure, I didn’t bring anything appropriate to wear other than bikinis thanks to the holycrapIamgoingtomissmyflight packing strategy. Sure, I have three mascaras with me (I own three mascaras?), none of which are waterproof. But a few amazing nights’ sleep, a few hours spent soaking in the sun, a few
hundred drinks later, I am all right with it all. I have exhaled. Continue reading
So, I know I usually use this forum of shameless self-promotion to share my pain, angst, emotional drama and other ups and downs of my crazy life-after-normal journey. But guess what??
Right now, at this moment, I am happy. Content. Full of love.
It’s about fucking time! Continue reading
Have you ever felt like you / your life is at a crossroads? Where change is inevitable, and will have rippling repercussions regardless of the choices you make?
Welcome to my world. Continue reading
Wow. Just, wow. I never anticipated the reaction to yesterday’s post – so many phone calls, text messages, emails etc. Thank you for the reminder that you, my friends and even people whom I have never met, are there for me. Continue reading
I have been purging quite a bit lately. No, I am not bulimic, but rather I am trying to get rid of the “stuff” that seems to fill every nook and cranny of my apartment. Clutter, things I don’t need, items that simply take up space and contribute to my never-ending anxiety.
After more than six months, I figured it was time to box up what remains of my husband’s books, CDs and DVDs (and continue to wait for him to come and pick all of his stuff up, HINT HINT). In going through this exercise, I decided that it was finally time for me to part with the hundreds of CDs I have collected since high school, if not earlier (remind me when CDs became the norm over tapes and vinyl? oooooof I am old.). Copied into iTunes long ago, I was ready to dispose of the little plastic cases and silver discs whose only purpose these days is to collect dust that my Merry Maids never manage to eliminate. Continue reading
This past weekend, one of my best girlfriends was celebrating her birthday. An evening out on the town for dinner and drinks was planned, which of course meant that my typical outfit of yoga pants and a t-shirt would not be acceptable. I ventured into my closet on Saturday evening, looked around … and felt the familiar squeeze of a panic attack coming on. Why? I was standing in the closet of a boring, middle-aged married woman.
I AM NOT A BORING MIDDLE-AGED MARRIED WOMAN (in case you were wondering). But apparently I dress like one. Help! Continue reading