It's 9pm on a Saturday night & I'm waiting for a boy to show up. A man, testosterone, male, anything, soon. He usually shows up sooner or later. Sometimes not for months, but eventually - he comes around. The wait is getting longer. The selection slimmer. The real ones fewer.
Three years ago this very month, I made a clear, concise decision to remove myself from normal everyday society. Urban, city - as I knew it. Eagerly I ran away to a mountain hide-out, so I could continue to build my business, my ever-expanding self, plus (the real reason) to be able to afford buy a house in SoCal.
Staying busy on a Saturday night in downtown San Diego was never a problem. Always a place to spend your cash. Always friends to have with laughs. I've done my decade of traveling, I just wanna stay put now. Yeah, now that I have a home. Relax, work, play. It's all about the discipline. The slowing of rural living, enjoying nature more often & having minimal distractions brought this dot com chica to her knees - literally.
