Holy crap, another year gone? It's hard to believe that another year has slipped by so quickly, and where the fuck am I ? Same goddamned place, a bit worse or a bit better for wear - I'm not sure, it's a hard call. Maybe I'll leave it to you to decide...
Last year found me out of work, and deciding to go back to school. That didn't work out so well. All it left me was further in debt, and still without my degree. I felt inspired to do some really positive work, and I still do, but 'real life' keeps getting in my way - which is stupid, because creating is the only 'real life' I have, and everything else is just another bullshit way to make paper, another endeavor I have proven to be most unsuccessful with. 'Nexus', my epic work-in-progress still has not seen the light of day, and I started a few other projects that have now been relegated to the top of the 'when I have time and money' pile. I didn't just walk away from Goddard - once again, events transpired to derail me from my chosen path, and that calls into question either my commitment to my work, or my inability to stand true in the face of adversity, take your pick. Or have both, I'm not choosy. Epic fail, both ways, in my opinion.
The biggest obstacle to my pursuit of the elusive degree was The Fight, as I will call it. The unequivocal nail in the coffin of the relationship I had with my former relatives, the 'family' I was born into. While I do, and will, miss my nephew and nieces, they will all eventually turn 18 and make their own decisions. Other than them, and a few cousins, I'm not really all that unhappy to see the rest of them go. Had I left them without a word 22 years ago, my life may have taken the shape I keep willing for it by now, without all the lingering clouds of doubt cast by the naysayers who never had my best interests in mind. Sadly, The Bitch has brought this stupid, useless lawsuit into my life, and I fear it will take awhile longer to be fully rid of them after all. We will all have cake and do our happy dance together when it is done - with the Universe's blessing, I pray with all my heart, to please let it be so.
The stress that The Fight has caused in my life has undoubtedly contributed to the tinnitus I now suffer from on a constant basis, as well as the rash that resides on my right foot. To be fair, the rash has been there for awhile (though not as long as these 'familial issues'), but the scratching of it is a stress-response, to be sure. On the other hand, my doctor ran some blood tests and found me to be seriously deficient in the vitamin D department, and beefing up on that particular necessity has helped calm the hurt. I haven't been smoking for awhile now, coming up on 8 months, just one month short of the longest I've gone without cigarettes for the past 27 or so years of addiction, and I'm pretty happy about that! My skin seems to have healed pretty well from the burning swelling itchy what-the-fuck that happened as an assumed (more blood tests, awaiting results) allergic reaction to one of the supposedly healthy things I ingested in my attempt to walk the road to wellness - the culprits include the vitamin D, the probiotic, the fish oil, or the 'mercury cleanse', with suspicion resting heavily on the fish oil and the cleanse. More on that when I get the results of the latest vampirism. Also a high note - neither Zev nor I have suffered from any of the annual cold/flu/sinusitis/ear infections since our exodus from the County of Orange, and I am thanking the Universe for that blessing as well. And I'm down 10 pounds, to boot...though, again, that may just be from stress. Whatevs, I'll take it where I can get it!
We will, unfortunately, be moving again, and I wish the decision to where
wasn't plaguing me the way it is. On the one hand, I frakking hate NY, and have a sincere itch to hightail it back up to VT with all possible haste. On the other hand, the boy is doing super-awesome in school, and I don't want to remove him from yet another peer group. In NY I have a job and decent health care, the kid's in a good school, and I have one close friend who I feel I can almost count on. In VT I have the child's father, and a few close friends I can mostly count on. I need to leave my apartment because I've managed to somehow be blessed with a section 8 voucher (housing assistance), and the apartment I'm in is not approved by them. I can take my voucher anywhere in the U.S., so...for once I have some options, and I want to think carefully about where I need to be that will best serve my child and me on as many fronts as possible. I feel torn in too many directions - hell, I could go out West and make a go of it in AZ or OR. I even had an offer of asylum in VA! What to do what to do... If not for the boy, I'd have been following the Rainbow/Renaissance train long ago. Screw this living in places and putting down roots - I have Gypsy blood, and it likes to roam, stereotypes aside. But the boy, oh, the boy...
The boy is AMAZING! I can't believe how completely awesome he is, even in the wake of all this confusion. He is smart and loyal, and friendly and funny, and cute as a very cute button and wise beyond his years - he is imaginative and playful and brave and persnickety, he drives me crazy and brings me joy, blows my mind and makes me so very proud. He's soft and sweet and gentle, he loves babies and kittens and superheros and ninjas and Jedis, Godzilla and Legos, he loves to draw and cut paper, makes pop-up cards, and brings his mama flowers when she's feeling down - flowers that he makes himself out of cut paper. He loves to dance and sing, tries desperately not to be afraid of monkey bars and riding his bike without the training wheels, saves all his pennies and likes to wear a suit and tie. He tries to be brave, and for the most part, he succeeds - thunderstorms can still be troubling, though he says he's over it now. I couldn't love him any more, but if there's a way, I will find it! He is truly the greatest thing I have managed to bring in to this world, my child of love and light and harmonious vibrations, and he has taught me volumes on who I don't
want to be (read: my own parents), and shows me every day how to ask forgiveness and improve. I know, I know, you parents of teens and beyond, I've only just begun this journey, but it goes fast, and I want to stay present in it and glory in it's majesty while I can. Yes, it makes me crazy when he thinks he knows more than me, or chastises me for drinking soda, but it's also very sweet, and I want him to feel confident enough to voice his opinion when it is
helpful - like a few weeks ago, when I was having trouble remembering if I was supposed to be traveling North or South on that particular highway, he piped up from his booster seat, "it's South! I read the directions!" My angel..!
We had a great Summer, last, and I can't wait to be free of the routine of school (until camp starts) so we can explore the swimming holes and camping trips this
Summer has to offer - we have a trip planned to High Valley with our Lake Circle friends, but Rainbow will be out in Washington this year, and I wish with all my heart our car and finances could carry us out there, but I think they most likely will not (the car is in sad shape after the crash of a few weeks back). I cheesed on my friend's Summer Stock blog-share thing last year, but I hope to remember to find joy in collecting images again this year - be they digital images, or actual photographs. I don't have the luxury of a garden with this apartment, and the few plants I had left suffered greatly in the last move, but hopefully our new digs will afford me the opportunity to stick my hands in some soil again, soon.
Still no boyfriend, and all those presenting themselves for the possibility are sorely lacking. The ex says I'm just too damn fat to expect anything more, but he can kiss my firm, plump ass and like it. Somehow, I manage to convince myself I am still beautiful. Many of my friends are struggling with desperately difficult circumstances, and I continue to be there for them through my own struggles, because that's what keeps us holding on - being there for each other. I have probably alienated some of the people in my life whose lives are smooth sailing for the most part, for the simple reason that they just don't need me. I like to be needed. I like being leaned on, and holding people up - because I know that when I fall, they will be there to catch me. I have never made anyone feel ashamed of anything they've done, or judged them harshly for their choices. I sympathize, empathize and commiserate - I understand. This is all the blessing I have to give to you right now, dear readers, but know that you can call on me whenever for whatever, and I will be there as best I can for you. Even those of you who don't know how to be there for me.