Let It Bleed

It's Monday morning and I am back at my Good Old Desk, contemplating the cosmos, muscle aches and lunch orders. I absolutely can't wait for the weekend, when I shall run away from Los Angeles and leave behind all my problems. At least that's the fantasy version of it. I'm feeling full lately, like an old sponge that needs to be rinsed, squeezed and hung out to dry.... Do you ever have the need for a good old-fashioned blood-letting? I have absorbed just about all I can take in.

My meditation practice has been spotty lately. Sometimes sleeping in seems more appealing than sitting up and chanting. I am trying to get back on course. It's been a rough month on the homefront. I might have mentioned that.... I'm fully settled into the idea of the HOLIDAYS being an unavoidable phenomenon, so I am embracing them in an attempt to maybe get a little release from the pressure of being alive. There is something so surreal about this time of year in Los Angeles. The faux fall decorations, all orange and brown, followed by the various forms of white meant to represent snow or cocaine, depending on what part of LA you are in.

Days like this make me want to listen to Hole. I just hate being in a situation where I'm kicking myself and saying: "I should have listened to Courtney Love!" She's like a V-8, that girl....

Full Circle

Although it may seem that I have dropped off the face of the blog world, I have, in fact, not. I've simply been incredibly busy for the last six months. What, you may ask, keeps one busy for six months? I cannot find a succinct answer to that, but I will still try to explain where I have been. Looking through my last few posts, I have been cryptic to say the least. Now, I shall try to exonerate myself.

About a year ago, I made a wish for Christmas that I was ready for a "real" relationship, a boyfriend.... I can now, happily, say that the wish has come true. After the initial auditions, it was clear to me that I had to be diligent in my endeavors. Life-partnering can be tricky. But fate brought me a wonderful surprise: Brett.

We met online and exchanged emails for several weeks before meeting. That period was a good indication that he was a thoughtful, funny and intelligent guy. Once we were face to face, it was a done deal. I don't know if I believe in love at first sight, because it feels more like a drawn out swoon than a fall, at least to me. So, we end up entranced by each other and by September, we were "honeymooners" in Hawaii. Then, in November, I finished moving in with him. My roommate and comrade in debauchery, JR, found new digs with his own man. I traveled with Brett to visit his new Mormon in-laws, in Arizona. My family greeted him with acceptance and love, granted we stay about five feet apart the whole time. Now we are planning a trip to Chicago, where he is from, so that I can meet his family. Did we move too fast? Our therapist says that's neither here nor there. The important thing is that we have each other.

As I have said before, wishes come true.