On the one hand, this feels like a whirlwind. On the other, it feels as though I’m fixing a mess I made three months ago, and perhaps this time with Sweety (new name: The Goofball) was necessary to gain both clarity about mistaken choices and what, exactly, I need and want out of my life (and my loves).
The Sassy Blonde said that maybe my Higher Power had something better planned for me, and what I say: maybe, maybe not. I’m going to be mindful this time around, knowing even more fully what that entails, and *honestly* let God’s will run the show. All I’m doing is booking a plane ticket for 12 days in August and finding a cat sitter for Luau, then stepping back to let life happen all around me. Maybe things will end up messy, maybe they will end up fabulous, but I know they will — from now on — always end up with me doing the next right things and staying sober with the help of my friends. Namaste.