KAMP KOXX AND THE WARRIOR PRINCESSES OF BOONE
Things have been so busy as of late that I can barely keep track of what day it is, yet alone get anything done it seems. Life has been consumed with working late, school, studying and my new puppy. It’s been a month since all that shit hit the fan with the crazy evicted roommate, but it's thankfully coming to an end with just a few repercussions peeping their heads in. At least we're finally starting to exist in that light at the end of the tunnel that seemed distant not too long ago. I'm flippin' exhausted, mentally and physically, but minus wishing for more time in the day to take care of myself, things are good.
As I run about like a chicken with her head cut off, I've had moments of sheer awe of what has transpired in the last year and where I now sit. In the last year and almost a month I have moved four times, fallen apart, with the help of friends and family and self Humpty was put back together again, am in school to obtain my dream of becoming a massage therapist which I am so in love with (school and my dream fulfilling itself), have a wonderful roommate, a new puppy that is just pure love who is wearing me out, and still have the best friends and family I could ask for. When I think of how much has transpired, I'm amazed at the year and where I am now versus where I was a year ago. With the exception of about 10 pounds, I'm in a much better place than last year.
This last weekend, our weekly Girls Night group went to a cabin outside of Boone for the night and we had an absolute blast - good friends, lots of food, laughter, warrior princess face painting, too much wine, a dance party, and a fire; it was glorious. Not only was I in the woods, which I just love beyond words, but was with inspiring, amazing women whom I love dearly and laugh with often. We cracked up, danced our asses off, had blunt conversations, and of course I cried and then in my wino turnaround tried to go for a nature hike in my pajamas which was hindered with death threats.
That night led to some deep conversation and I see that while I've come far, I still have a long way to go before I'm in the place I should and crave to be. But one thing was evident...it's a hell of a grand and loving ride getting there, and I'm doing so with a decorative face.
As I run about like a chicken with her head cut off, I've had moments of sheer awe of what has transpired in the last year and where I now sit. In the last year and almost a month I have moved four times, fallen apart, with the help of friends and family and self Humpty was put back together again, am in school to obtain my dream of becoming a massage therapist which I am so in love with (school and my dream fulfilling itself), have a wonderful roommate, a new puppy that is just pure love who is wearing me out, and still have the best friends and family I could ask for. When I think of how much has transpired, I'm amazed at the year and where I am now versus where I was a year ago. With the exception of about 10 pounds, I'm in a much better place than last year.
This last weekend, our weekly Girls Night group went to a cabin outside of Boone for the night and we had an absolute blast - good friends, lots of food, laughter, warrior princess face painting, too much wine, a dance party, and a fire; it was glorious. Not only was I in the woods, which I just love beyond words, but was with inspiring, amazing women whom I love dearly and laugh with often. We cracked up, danced our asses off, had blunt conversations, and of course I cried and then in my wino turnaround tried to go for a nature hike in my pajamas which was hindered with death threats.
That night led to some deep conversation and I see that while I've come far, I still have a long way to go before I'm in the place I should and crave to be. But one thing was evident...it's a hell of a grand and loving ride getting there, and I'm doing so with a decorative face.
