With what do I begin? I suppose, just like in previous entries, I oughtta just start somewhere.  It's been close to a year since I've written anything here, which I find shocking, given the feeling of recency of the Starbucks incident.

 

Hmm. One second. I have to replenish my hot water bottle.  There! I'm back. And it took no time at all for you...

 

I feel as though I'm lightyears ahead of where I was even two weeks ago, yet at the same time, I'm back in the old saddle again. I've had experiences that have caused me to marvel at my purpose here on earth, and propel me into discovering what it is I'm meant to do with my precious time. I really got excited about that, until I got sledge-hammered with a brand new shiney bladder infection. Again. And now I sit here in my kitchen with a hot watter bottle and lots of tea, unable to sleep and feeling nothing but the present moment. Not pitying myself, no. I'm frustrated. I'm a bit concerned for my health. But I hate physical discomfort getting in the way of illumination!

 

I went to New Zealand. It's been a lifelong dream of mine to go there. A literal dream... I dreamed about it when I was a young girl. I woke up with a sense of exhilaration, breathtaking euphoria and freedom, and that's what I felt when I went there. I'm back now, and the things I learned while I was there with a very dear, close friend are what will be catapulting me into a new and stellar life. I feel as though nothing is impossible.

 

Except, perhaps, maintaining a healthy bladder!