Love is…

This post is going to remind me that I am always surrounded by love. Just because my life is missing a few pieces doesn’t mean that I don’t have a lot to be thankful for.

LOVE IS:

    A father who defrosts your car in the morning so you don’t have to.
    A friend who calls you on your birthday.
    A brother who treats your children like they’re his own.
    A best friend who always gives the best advice, but only when she’s asked to.
    A sister who lets you call her at 3 AM when you’ve just had your heart broken.
    Girlfriends who always tell you how beautiful and thin you are no matter what you look like or what size you are.
    A birth mother who saves your voicemails so she can hear the sound of your voice over and over again.
    A cousin who lets you hang out with her because she knows you be alone otherwise.
    A mother who looks after you when you are sick, no matter how cranky and needy you are.
    A grandmother who always sends a birthday check, no matter how small her fixed income is.
    Boys who race to the front door and throw their arms around you when you get home after work.
    Dog kisses.

All things considered, that’s a pretty good list. I’ll remind myself to read it when I’m having a pity party for one,

THANKFUL

MichelleAt noon on March 1st I logged in to my Burner Profile and purchased a vehicle pass and two DGS tickets for Burning Man 2017: Radical Ritual.

DGS tickets are tickets set aside for purchase by theme camp participants so that they can attend and offer their interactivity to attendees.

It took me less than two minutes to procure my tickets.

It was a seamless, smooth process.

I couldn’t help but be reminded of the first year I bought tickets, in 2015.

I just decided I wanted to go and that Burning Man would be my BIG ADVENTURE for 2015.

In case you’re wondering, my BIG ADVENTURE of 2014 was a boudoir photo shoot so this was considerably more involved.

Somehow I got lucky and managed to get a ticket in the 2015 sale.

I remember sitting there at my desk at work in 2015, staring at the receipt, a little in awe, thinking, “Now what?!”

And I must say, I had no idea then that I was purchasing a ticket to something that was going to change the direction of my life FOREVER.

I’ve made friends, joined a community, and created experiences that I NEVER would have without Burning Man.

It has been an EPIC transformation for me.

Looking back now, I wonder how different my life would be had I not bought that ticket way back in 2015.

I wouldn’t know my BFF Tejas or his girlfriend Yvonne.

I wouldn’t be open to new experiences.

And I sure would’ve missed out on a whole lot of art!

No, life wouldn’t be the same.

I think the most valuable gain for me has been the Burning Man community.

Open. Creative. Humorous. Talented. Reliable.

Two years ago I was just dipping my toe in that community.

Here I am today fully immersed in it.

I didn’t realize that until just now, how much Burning Man has altered my life for the better.

And I am ever so THANKFUL!

When you blog

write2-copyIt’s funny.

At least *I* think it’s funny.

You see, I’m a blogger so everything I experience is an opportunity to write something about it:

  • Kissing ex boyfriends in RVs at SoulFire.
  • Taking a dip in the hot tubs with men of questionable repute.
  • Peeing my pants in a onesie costume because I couldn’t get it off in time.
  • Puking down the side of Krunch’s car post-party.

It’s all fodder for the blog. Even the stuff that makes me look like a nut case.

Sometimes I wonder how my friends and family REALLY feel about this blog.

Oh, of course to my face they like it and encourage me to write.

But really, deep down, how do they feel about being WRITTEN ABOUT and READING THE INTIMATE DETAILS OF MY LIFE.

There’s a saying among us writers:

If a writer falls in love with you, you never die.

write1There’s another saying though and it goes something like this:

Don’t piss off a writer. We’ll DESCRIBE you.

IMG_9378Truthfully, I don’t get mad very often so there’s infrequent roasting of people on my blog.

[Sorry, mom. Don’t read this part.]

The last good roast was The Israeli who liked facials but got it in my eye and all over my hair thereby pissing me off.

I had SPECIFICALLY TOLD HIM NOT TO GET IT IN MY HAIR!

Turns out, there are some sexual activities I don’t like.

And some Israelis.

But ENOUGH about him.

I just want to publically thank all my friends and family who put up with me and this tacky blog – whether I’ve given you a nickname or not.

Every time I write about my friends and family, I do it with love and respect and of course a HUGE dose of courage that they’ll be okay with what I write.

Thanks to them for putting up with me.

It takes a huge amount of humor.

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You could’ve knocked me over with a feather

MichelleUnder the advisement of my life coach Chris, I wrote a letter to my ex-husband and hand delivered it to him on Sunday.

It was a momentous letter where I admitted I’d been a shoddy co-parent and thanked him for the wonderful 10 year relationship that we had which gave me the two greatest gifts I could ask for – my sons.

I wasn’t expecting much of a response from my ex. Perhaps silence. Perhaps an “I told you so”.

Instead I got a “Thank you for the card and kind words.”

I was stunned.

We had a brief but pleasant exchange.

And suddenly I’m filled with hope that he and I can model something better than a dysfunctional divorce to our kids.

Is it really as simple as Chris makes it out to be?

That in the end, it’s how you frame it that matters?

You look at the positives, you get a positive interaction. You look at the negatives, you get a negative interaction.

Here’s to many more positive interactions between me and the boys’ father.

Woop!

Love is…

This post is going to remind me that I am always surrounded by love. Just because my life is missing a few pieces doesn’t mean that I don’t have a lot to be thankful for.

LOVE IS:

    A father who defrosts your car in the morning so you don’t have to.
    A friend who calls you on your birthday.
    A brother who treats your children like they’re his own.
    A best friend who always gives the best advice, but only when she’s asked to.
    A sister who lets you call her at 3 AM when you’ve just had your heart broken.
    Girlfriends who always tell you how beautiful and thin you are no matter what you look like or what size you are.
    A birth mother who saves your voicemails so she can hear the sound of your voice over and over again.
    A cousin who lets you hang out with her because she knows you be alone otherwise.
    A mother who looks after you when you are sick, no matter how cranky and needy you are.
    A grandmother who always sends a birthday check, no matter how small her fixed income is.
    Boys who race to the front door and throw their arms around you when you get home after work.
    Dog kisses.

All things considered, that’s a pretty good list. I’ll remind myself to read it when I’m having a pity party for one,