This is your friendly reminder that our first book club is in two weeks
Full moon in Aries. 44.
44 is soft and so is my body. I had my annual birthday suit birthday shoot last week and I wasn't as pleased with the results as I needed to be for my mental and physical health. So I rang up my best friend the psychologist and asked her to be my accountability partner. Time to make some (more) changes. Let’s see how far that gets me and take it from there.
I had two brunches. I was terribly hung over at the first one, so the second one felt like a second chance. The night before I ran into one of my fondest memories from my roaring twenties at my favorite sushi bar. For old times sake …
The full moon got me and I got the bruises to prove it.
“The only direction is forward” - The Oracle.
I ate steak, crab cake benedict, and cupcakes from a future pastry chef filled with homemade strawberry jam and topped with buttercream frosting.
“I have the recipe memorized so I just whipped some up.” She’s ten.
I played at the children’s museum, went on a second first date with an spicy old flame and came home to a clean home warmed by laughter and the scent of dryer linen.
For the first time in my life I have something worth living for besides myself and a dog. I have family - all the family. Protect the peace. Which is choosing not to act more often than not.
That’s what 44 means to me.
