Here we are, three days beyond my birthday and I am thinking about what comes next. I am in a happy spot in my career, I have finally started driving my 1965 Volkswagen Bus regularly, and my mental health is the best it has ever been (Escitalopgram 15mg daily, Adderall 10mg twice daily, DIM and Inositol supplements daily for energy and metabolism, probiotics in the morning because gut health is crucial, and birth control 24/7 to help PMDD). Phew, it's a lot, I know. So, what's next?
Forty-four feels magical. Four is a magical number, connected to the earth and energy; It's strength. The four cardinal directions, the four seasons, the four elements, the relation to the planets, Saturn, and the Zodiac signs, Cancer, the fourth card in Tarot is the emperor... I had way too much fun researching the number four, clearly. I feel like 44 is going to be magical for me as well and I am going to run with that.
I've started to learn to surf, something I have wanted since I was a wee grom on the beach at Carlsbad trying not to drown. I feel really confident in driving Bertha some distance. I've started to care less about over-use of material things and just started to REALLY enjoy what I have. All of this, magical. I'm living in Oceanside, California where I have access to do all of these things on the regular and I am doing it. If this isn't the best year of my life, I am not sure what the future could possibly hold.
So, what's left on my list? I would love a tattoo to commemorate this year, this life, my loves. Have you ever seen a sizzle chicken? If not, do yourself a favor and look them up--I called them Tina Turner chickens before I knew what they were, when I saw they at the Byodoin Temple on Oahu. I am thinking a sizzle chicken riding a surfboard on a small rolling wave with a leg tag that reads '44.' This year has marked me, just like we mark livestock. I cannot wait to keep living this adventure. See you out there, my fellow kooks.
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