Blindsided II

What if your greatness isn't great at all, what if you're only here to bear witness to someone else's greatness? I think about that. I think about everything I have done, everything I have created and I wonder, in all of that...am I greatness or bearing witness. We must all believe we have some sort of greatness in us, perhaps a seed planted by a parent, teacher or sibling...something that separates us. I would have told you everyday for the better part of my life that I am bound for greatness and I still believe that...but now I consider the scope and what greatness truly means to me. I read a quote that said, "We all die. The goal isn’t to live forever, the goal is to create something that will." Greatness isn't left to us, you can't always gage it like an elite athlete who breaks records in real time...some of us will never know greatness merely because of our mortality, so, as a token, I will bear witness to others. 

I met Marcus online, Twitter actually, not even a dating site. He's clever, not in the smart ass way I am, he's actually clever in his thoughts and strategies. He's a poker guru, or was at one point in his early twenties but don't let that fool you, he has no shame in taking your hard earned money right off the table. He's funny, loves sports, is a writer and at 35 years old...he's making a play for the PGA Tour. I fucking hate golf, or, hated it up until a couple of months ago. We met in Las Vegas for our first week of dates and spent much of it on the course. Once he showed me how to drive the ball I could understand the draw to the game, at least until putting came along. At the driving range he's completely unsuspecting, he just goes about his business for the first few balls but once he uses his driver...the gallery starts to form. Have you ever watched a grown man take clubs from his bag just to watch someone else use them, cause I haven't. I almost fell over when he insisted on gifting Marcus one of his drivers. And that would have been fine and a great little memory...had it not happened at every range. 

Perhaps for now, I'll bear witness to his greatness while I manifest my own...

Blindsided I

Joseph and I parted ways almost five months ago, it was hurtful...but by that time, everything was hurtful. I couldn't even tell you what happened, and today, I don't even care...everything reaches completion. I spent several weeks meditating and pouring love into myself and finally reached the destination of indifference. I didn't want it to get to that point but it did and so I do the work and vacate him from my soul. One day I will go back to collect some memories, ones outside of my book, but right now I refuse to pour more energy into watering dead flowers. 

I struggled, a lot. Not with him leaving, but the fashion, the pain and the trauma he unloaded as he left and it's difficult not to take it personally...even knowing it's his own insecurities eating him alive. One day I remember feeling relieved, probably more for him than myself. I could feel his anxieties around me, around my time and around the ways my life was changing and expanding. It didn't feel difficult to let him go, after listening to someone tell you the same things over and over you can no longer unfeel those feelings or unhear those words and collectively we released each other from the agony our relationship had evolved into. 

I didn't know what life after Joseph would feel like, I guess I didn't ever think about it. My friends rallied around and filled all the spaces in my heart and day, and just like that they lifted me back into my balance. I spent several weeks wondering, thinking back and trying to find any sense in it all but the reality is that in life and in love many things will never make sense. I stopped going back trying to complete the puzzle and just accepted that all the pieces were never there. Trying to make something work without proper pieces only creates droplets of resentment that collect over time and pool in your heart. It's not enough to just want something and so I step back and decide if it's worth trying again with someone else...

We Start Again

It's fallen again, just like it did with the agents. I'm hurt but I'm not mad, it feels different but somehow looks the same. After cutting my cover person I parted ways with my editor who would have also been my publisher as he gets ready to launch his new company in the next few weeks. Perhaps it will be the last time I hire a friend, right now I'm still trying to process everything. I can tell you in the end he just wasn't a good friend to me and over stepped my boundaries right into my personal life. When I requested he stop, he became passive aggressive and I didn't care to work with him anymore. It's funny because the same reason people are drawn to me becomes the same reason people cannot stay around me...they love my transparency but cannot give it in return. He became mean, using my vault to unload his lies and manipulations, poisoning me with his negativity. It wasn't difficult to walk away from the editing and publishing side but it's been difficult losing someone that I considered a dear friend. It wasn't always a bad friendship but the last few weeks of it showed me sides of him I wished I would had seen months prior. 

I'm just carrying on with what I was writing and have reconnected with my first coach to help me bring my project to life. I'm not afraid to do this on my own...

It's amazing that people who behave like gatekeepers still believe I can be controlled.  They couldn't walk in my shoes for a day...and it kills them! 

Rage, Rage Podcast

I sat down with Nevin and Gus to discuss open marriage and my book, Crazy on the Inside. This is my first one outside of America and it was so much fun. Have a listen...

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Trust or Bust

As my world continues to open up and people flood in, sometimes I cant keep track of what they bring with them. I'm struggling to trust some people in my life, I watch them waver in their boundaries, push a narrative and attempt to make me second guess myself. I don't like people who thrive in the passive aggressive, gritting their teeth while trying to smile...my stomach hurts. I can't sleep much, terrified that what happened before will happen again...my work, my words, are everything and who I tie those to has to be able to represent it...to the fucking letter! 

Someone in Hollywood read my memoir and cast their very wide net to see if there was interest...I was beyond shocked when I heard the news...it was just the other week. I've been imagining this since the day I started my book...whatever happens this is further then I ever thought possible...so now I dream bigger. People are reaching out like I have never experienced, I had a podcast in Scotland book me to help introduce and explain my journey through open marriage as well as orders for book clubs. I like to joke with Dan that when the movie comes out people will be shocked it was a book first. I'll never stop envisioning the life we want as we move closer and closer to it...

What's Love Got To Do With It?

Love isn’t unconditional, that’s a lie told to us to believe there’s something we can feel for certain people that exceeds every other feeling. Nothing that evokes incredible passion and despair can be infinite. Maybe it’s people who are limited, maybe love is perfect but imperfect people can’t understand it, can’t seem to get it right. We nurture it wrong; we squeeze it out and try our best to keep it, in its most pure form, even though we abuse it, we take it for granted hoping the fantasy is right. We test every limit, justified in the belief that we hurt the ones we love.  

It changes us, forever, every time it pushes and pulls us different than the time before. A tattoo that loses focus over time and never seems to look the same as remembered, resembling a scar from a story, a lesson, a past love. How did something so beautiful and shiny become so dull and appear so insignificant? Love feels indestructible but is as fragile as your next broken heart. 

It starts to die as soon as it stops being watered, nurtured and respected...all bonds are breakable, love is not unconditional...

I Guess I'll Wait IV

Fiona had her first ski lesson this week, she's a natural. It was like she had always known how to ski, Dan and I had no idea she would take to it so quickly. So, we're heading back to the slopes in a few weeks and taking her to the big hills. We all managed to fall in love with the outdoors this year and have decided to buy a canoe in the spring for the river by the house. 

Not everything has been easy, Jospeh and I are coming up on a year since we've seen one another and it's starting to feel exceptionally difficult. We seem to argue more than usual, except I stopped engaging all together knowing I would only add to a hopeless frustration. I miss him, I miss his children and his neighbourhood and his company. 

Things have changed so much in the past year that the people I haven't kept in touch with would no longer recognize me, I'm no longer the same person. I don't even look the same, the weight fell off when we first locked down and from there I continued to self love and care and through that I find the best balance of my life. Dan and I we are going to travel more together once we are safe to travel abroad and until then we love having adventures through Canada.