It stopped raining so I took the dog for a social distancing stroll around the neighborhood. Everyone we saw was wearing masks and I only had to yell “Get back!” at one person when they tried to get on the elevator with us.
One year ago tonight I decided I was going to pivot professionally, put my belongings in storage, ditch my house, break up, buy a $100,000.00 RV, and move to the ocean with only the dog and a mess of Gucci ready-to-wear. I had no real plan, but knew it was time to quiet things all the way down for a minute.
That minute turned to 8 weird months on the beach, and the path from there to here has been nothing short of strange and beautiful — but my plan did work. 12 months later I’m happy, relaxed, inspired, surrounded by kindness, and regret nothing.
These are the happy faces of 2 ginger creatures who just wrapped an 8 month stint adventuring in the natural world. We’re staying in a rented mansion on stilts in Bull Mountain for the week to cleanse the palate, then I take possession of my new house in Portland one week from today.
Feeling grateful, relieved, excited, and for the first time in ages, really REALLY comfortable.
