Twice-divorced. So why would I share that? First even? Honesty and trust are important to me. Ask my exes. I am at a time in my life when I should be having a midlife crisis, instead I find myself living alone and not hating it. I am an imperfect Mom and proud Mimi. 4-legged Roomies are Brutus, Dexter and Oni.
Licensed massage therapist. Almost twelve years now. Yes, my hands get tired and your hairy legs don’t bother me, really. I worked 13 years in 911 centers before I went to massage school. I am an Empath. I felt that. And that. I am a semi- Hermit....is it really worth getting out of my pjs? Gemini in every sense of the sign. Amateur photographer and binge watching nut.
Sarcasm and irony are under-appreciated. Quiet reflection is difficult when you’re growing into your best person. Lonely but not that lonely. Sapiosexual. Spiritual but not religious. Not a Trump supporter. I support gay marriage, they should have the same opportunity to be as miserable as we hetero folks are. Pot should be legal and a woman’s body is hers, period. Which takes me back to honesty....
This blog will be an honest look at what it’s like being me. Me being really single, for the first time in my adult life. Me being a healer--the ups and downs. There will be blunt and sometimes funny observations about my ordinary life, maybe sprinkled with a touch of magic. So,if reading about everyday, nothing special, random details and observations in the life of a middle-aged massage goddess sounds just quirky enough to be interesting, then welcome friend, this might be the blog for you. If you are offended by profanity, then this might not be the effin’ blog for you! (That one is a gimme, be forewarned the f bomb happens)
Massage is like pizza. Even when it’s bad, it’s still pretty good. ~KB
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