Spring, A Flirtation, & Lines In The Sand

Spring is coming. I know this with my nose more than my eyes because right outside my window there is waist high snow on the lawn. My eyes say 'black & white photograph'. My nose says "Spring Melt".

I trust my nose.

What's happening in your world? Is spring springing? Is fall painting your landscape?

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I started this thing. It's an on line community - a flirtation with NING that I'm actually trusting might be a long term relationship. The NING I knew is no more. This NING is fresh and clean and easy to navigation and manage. I hope you'll join me because it's a beautiful thing. It's totally free and all my future collaborations and free classes & challenges will be hosted there.

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With spring come new projects. I know everyone else does their new big thing in January, but I'm a weird girl. I plan in spring and release in autumn - especially if it's a really big deal. And this new thing I'm planning? It's a really, really big deal. There will be more news soon, but in the meantime, you might want to sign up for my newsletter so that when I'm ready to announce it, you won't miss it.

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I'm doing well. If you're my friend on Facebook, you know that I'm newly (sort of) single. This sounds a lot worse than it is. I believe it's temporary. I believe it's just us working out shit out. I believe in us. Maybe time will make a fool out of me, but that's okay. I don't mind being a fool for love. I'm not talking about it much because it feels like it isn't entirely my story to tell, so there's no train wreck to watch and no need to unsub to avoid the drama. There's no drama. There's just a couple who've been together for almost ten years who are still best friends figuring shit out. Not soap opera worthy. Not even really interesting.

While things are weird and shifty (and a little purgatorial), I am busy. Really busy. I'm focused on creating the best possible content I can for my classes. I'm picking my blog back up with a renewed passion. I'm journaling every day. I'm going back to the gym. I'm living for fest season. I'm painting my face off. I'm taking classes. I'm keeping my own counsel. I'm going to therapy. I'm loving myself fiercely as best I can. I'm doing what I want when I want where I want how I want. Napping. Soaking. Percolating. Praying.

I'm not panicking. I'm not blowing up my life because things are weird and hard. I'm not getting wrapped up in stuff that isn't mine. As much as my adult kids seem to wish I would live and die over them, I don't and I won't because their lives are their own now, as are their problems. I'm drawing lines in the sand. I'm minding my own business. I'm saying no a lot more. I'm saying 'go away' when 'come here' feels like self-flagellating.

I'm really good, actually.

And I'm glad you're here with me.

xo

Effy