My life is about to explode in 8 weeks...

And I can't wait!

This last year has been a total cluster fuck.

Carmel-by-the-sea

It made me tired and cranky and prone to retreat.

FYI - that is the opposite of who I actually am.

Anyone else out there feeling this? Semi-anxious all the time, one foot in the past, a whole lot of trepidation around the future, and just generally listless?

Super sexy, right?

So this summer I did something that absolutely terrified me and it was the last thing in the world I thought I would ever do. It was a life altering experience and it changed me.

More on that coming very, very soon…..

But for now I was just told by a reliable source that I am in for major shifts in every single aspect of my life! That within two months, everything I know to be true will fall away, revealing a path that I could never have imagined.

That is why at sixty two years of age ( I always write out my age so it is less jarring; WTF??? ), I feel like I’m just getting started!

Well, kind of. Aging parents, people dropping like flies, and apparently entering my golden years still very much SINGLE does contribute to many sleepless nights.

Makes me wonder though; why I am not way more fucked up???

I think it is probably because, no matter what happens, I always rely on two things.

One, I look at all the incredible women in my life and they are all freakin incredible. They teach me so much everyday with their resilience and their ability to reinvent, that I use all of them as my litmus test out here in the real world. Rae Dawn, Risa, Wendy, Rebecca, Jane, Maria D, Maria M, Melanie, Adriane, Julie and Kelly W to name a few. Grazie Mille.

And two, for whatever reason, I always feel the best is yet to come.

So in that vein of a better tomorrow, I am officially declaring 2024 the Summer of Rest. Yup rest. Sleep, deep and meaningful conversations, and a complete and utter respite from worry.

Presently ensconced North of the 44th parallel and sleeping on my parents couch, I am also enjoying a very “Brat” summer in my hometown of Toronto. Me and the Octogenarians are having a super swell time and have things pretty much figured out. Cocktails at 4, Dinner at 5, followed by cake and ice cream and back to back episodes of Monk. Our hard out is 7:30 and I gotta say, I am really digging it.

My parents! How much did they love the 80’s????

I am also beginning to really question why we are all so loathe to let ourselves rest? I am sleeping nine hours a night here, eating like a mofo and putting together very snappy summer outfits with big, black sunglasses and crisp white Seavee sneakers.

I am, and I don’t say this lightly…….

Relaxed.

Quick refresh in case you aren’t familiar with this phenomenon. It occurs;

“ when you are free from tension and anxiety; and at ease”

Holy Fuck! When you’re in your 80’s!!!!

I don’t know, maybe my parents are onto something?

I fall asleep to the light of the summer solstice ( it’s 8:32 PM ) and am grateful and awake for every moment of it. This worrying bullshit is for amateurs so I have decided to take a cue from my current roommates;

Every sunset counts.

Don’t miss them.

Plus all life explosions are welcome.

Just not during Monk.

MJx

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