My posts make me seem like a bitter and angry person. Maybe, because I use this as an outlet for my frustrations, and there is a lot. Just to get it out of my system…
The Kavanaugh hearing left me covered in eczema. The last time I had a severe flare up. A male co-worker was being creepy with clients and threatening to me. The boss didn’t want to believe it. I was overreacting, mistaken.. not believed. He was later fired, for being creepy with a client who spoke up. I never got an apology. Life goes on.
So, here we are. At the end of a wretched year. I’m not going to pick those scabs. Instead, I’m going to write about all the weird and wonderful things that have filled the gaps between my sorrows, rages and mishaps.
I have a new hip! Everything, from beginning to end, went wonderfully well. Everyone involved made me feel cared for and I healed up quick, with no complications. It hasn’t been 4 months yet, and I’m going hiking with a friend in a few days. Granted, I’m not going to get too crazy and hike into wilderness. But, I’m feeling like I have my life back.
A dear friend of mine is giving me a room in his house. To turn into a treatment room. He’s fixing the bathroom to be client friendly and plans a future, private entrance. Rent is massages and baked goods, for the first year. Then, 10% of what I make after that. I have clients who are so excited. All I need to do is paint the room and I have another friend to help with that.
I’m able to dance, again. I never knew how much I loved dancing, until I couldn’t. I’m able to work out, swim and lift weights. Sore muscles don’t hurt like weak ones.
The weather is cooling off and I’m able to bake, cook, and create art. Without having to sit down to rest every 10 minutes.
I love my work, again. Now that it’s not causing me excruciating pain. I’m building stamina and one client told me. “Patricia’s got her Mojo back!”
I have some wonderful clients with beautiful, heartbreaking, and hilarious stories. Beating cancer, for the second time, with grace and poise, while writing a book. Trying desperately, to have a baby for 7 years. Then, letting that dream go and being at peace with it. Trying to balance work, travel and a huge sculpture that demands to be created. Planning a move after 40 years in the same place. Dealing with the death of a beloved pet and then having a perfectly timed pregnancy. Lifelong, dream vacations, to Africa! With astounding pictures and video. These are just a few of the amazing, human stories I get to share in.
My son is in a trade as a union apprentice. He loves his work and handles shit! I don’t have to worry about him, too much. It makes all those late shifts, sleepless nights, and school meetings ( I refused to drug him into a easily managed, stupor.) worth it.
Being single is sweet and peaceful. I get to go wherever I want. Whenever I want with whomever I want to hang with. Shaving is optional. I sleep like a starfish. More time for self care.
It’s so comforting to know. I’m safe. I have a place to sleep, shower and do laundry. I pay cheap rent and don’t have to worry about utilities. My parents get bodywork. I do chores and take my turn with cooking. Sometimes, I feel like I’m 16 and not 52 going on 53.
I’m blessed with good health. I have a groovy cat. My car is running. I’m dreaming in technicolor, again.
There are good, kind, brilliant, soulful, brave, and funny people in this world. I’ll leave the ugly, selfish, ignorant, side of humanity alone, for now. I’ll go to bed in peace and gratitude, tonight.