Oh I tried to get private clients, I tried to get the kind of work I wanted to do, but my dignity and indignation has collapsed me once again. No massage work. Life has popped up and fallen down all around me-I can't believe it's been eight months since I looked at DeviantArt-or made any, for that matter.
I did however find my long lost Dad, meet him, and come home from Florida. All formidable accomplishments. But something happened when I came home. I used to know what I wanted to do, I used to be working towards something. Where did it go?
Next month my man and I are going to tie that knot in Hawaii, and we're looking at moving there next