May 23rd 2011:
So, I finally got out of rainy ass Seattle for warmer climates. The hubby and I headed to L.A. on Thursday to meet up with his mama and sister for a few days of sunshine, relaxation and roller coasters, and I have to say, it was both fabulous and much needed.
I realized I spend way too much time and energy stressing on meaningless shit like money, bills and senseless work. I mean, what is the point of all that?
I know, I know... bills have got to be paid, dogs have to be fed... occasionally I need to be fed, but really, I used to get by on so much less and was all the happier for it. There seems to be a tendency in this here land of milk and honey to work yourself to death just to stay afloat. For the most part, the 40 hour work week is just a misery pit designed to suck away your creativity and soul, bit by bit, until there is nothing left but this unrecognizable zombie hell bent on paying the rent and maintaining a death grip on some shitty insurance policy (if you are one of the "lucky" ones who even has an insurance policy).
Chris and I woke up early and wandered down Newport Beach Sunday morning, in search of my house circa 1998/99. They tore the thing down, an awesome old shingled job, two stories with a fireplace downstairs and a sunroom and balcony overlooking the beach upstairs. I couldn't remember the cross street, just that it was north of beach station 40, but it is for the best. I can only imagine was sort of hideous, boxy, "modern" California home they built in its place. Too sad, as that house was the start of it for Chris and I.
It is odd how much things change and how much they stay the same over the course of a decade, isn't it?
