The Beatles were right

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Life did a 180, and since life wasn't great since January 2023, a one-eighty is a very good thing.

I met a guy.

That was six months ago. Two months ago we moved in together. He has two kids and I regularly play Skyrim with the 10 years old and cook with the 16 year old. There's the world's most hilarious cat. There's love and laughter and homeyness and reading Pratchett together. The Ozmpic worked as well as it can, aka peeled 20 kgs off me and then stopped, and it hardly shows but it changed everything regarding my health and independence. I can easily get up now if I sit on the floor. It's expensive, and I'll need to keep using it for the rest of my life or I'll re-gain the weight, and it's worth it.

There's regular psychology classes and they're eye-opening and invaluable and already make a big difference in my coachees' lives, and in mine; psychology is fascinating.

No commissions were coming in - perhaps because I've been absent for a year or two, perhaps because my prices are too high for the saturated market I helped create - but recently a friend wrangled me into a new Blender adventure that set my brain on inspired fire and, if this works, it's likely to keep going for quite a while and even make a little money - more than the commissions ever did. And it's new and exciting and challenging and I get out of bed and run to tackle new challenges and problem-solving, just like my first year or two of Blendering; this is bliss. 

My journaling-for-processing, once done here in this diary, has been private for the past few years, open only for one close friend to read; so this journal here is hardly used, because the diary has always been a processing thing for me, and what's the point of doing that publicly if I already do it elsewhere? It's not as if my life is as fascinating - or as medically dramatic - as to merit having to update people how know me. It's not - luckily, joyfully - very interesting.

The place I live in isn't a tropical paradise. It's not even a desert city which I can warm, in my mind, into my Tolkien-Umbar-Arabian Nights fantasy. It's a big city in the center of the country, and I can catch a ride with my man every day, if I so wish, to the area where my bestie lives. And one of my coaching clients, who turned into a friend during those five years of coaching, lives ten minutes away from here and we've seen each other more, these past two months, than we have in the past few years.

It would never have occurred to me that the divorce would end up being a good thing, but it did. So did coming back from Thailand. So did, even, the lack of commissions. 

I'm very happy.  


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