Did you hear?
Only about 100 days of 2020 left
Should I rejoice
or cry.
Just this morning I woke up and thought
"when Summer gets here I have so much I want to do"
then....
I remembered its's 2020 and Summer is over.
stupid covid
Costa Rica last year in October....
It is the place which calls my heart on a daily basis.
So, as I sit typing this and glance at my vision board I realized I have not completed a damn thing this Covid season.
Short of "saving the world" in NYC
which was quickly forgotten....
and replaced by divorce, living a smaller life,
and trying to figure out how I can live and survive in CR.
I have really accomplished nothing.
I posted the picture to keep me somewhat accountable and positive
I was reminded how beautiful I am and that maybe I don't see what others may see.
It makes me laugh because I will forever be self conscious, even at 52.
Sure I put on a bikini....
but I also don't want to see pictures.
Sure I work out,
but I also can't seriously commit to a huge plan in order to see change.
I find myself wanting to sit with my Loves instead of stressing at the gym.
I'd rather walk my dog and clear my head than do sit-ups and push ups
Let's be honest ....
anyone who knows me knows I'd rather have a beer than do anything
ha...
truth
My divorce is hopefully getting closer to the end
seeing how it has been a year
so, my time can be spent on more productive thoughts than
that.
I can't wait to see what the second half brings and the day I can let it all go,
to only look back on the good and be able to be who I am without a monitor
xo
write ya later
m
Weightlessness, no gravity
Were we somewhere in-between?
I'm a ghost of you, you're a ghost of me
A bird's-eye view of San Luis
Oh, highway boys all sleeping in
With their dirty mouths and broken strings
Oh, their eyes are shining like the sea
For you, the queen of San Luis
I'm a ghost of you, you're a ghost of me
A bird's-eye view of San Luis
Cutting through the avenues
I'd always find my way to you
Beside the hook, the hammer lies
And fumbling round in the smoke
Spending time chasing ghosts
Hold me down, hold me down, child
Hold me down, hold me down, child
California called you queen
With your golden hair and magazine
Were you somewhere in-between?
Fast asleep, a flying dream