It’s Been A HOT Minute

Things have been really busy here in the Chaos Camp. In fact, I’ve been travelling and refused to take time away from the reunion to write anywhere. Not even in my handwritten journals that I usually write in each night. But, it seems I’ve not needed to write because things are really going well for me.

I’ve been keeping things close to the vest about some of the happenings in my life, simply because I wanted to make sure the things going on were in fact real and not just in my imagination. I’m here today to tell you all that YES! They are very real and I couldn’t be happier. So grab your favorite drink and settle in while I give you the Reader’s Digest synopsis.

Somewhere in the middle of August, I began having dreams about someone from my very distant past. I’m talking about over 50 years ago. This person has always had a piece of my heart even though we went our separate ways (my fault for listening to lies). We mostly lost contact, but for the grace of the Gods, I was able to still feel them in my heart, mind, and soul. Every day for 53 years!!

These dreams weren’t disturbing per se, just that there needed to be a reconnection, and so I finally pulled up my big girl panties and reached out via email, since that was the one method of communication I had and I could only hope they still checked that account. Yes, I was more than hesitant, you see, I had reached out about 15 years ago, and then ended up ghosting them when things got a little sticky.

BUT! Thankfully, my timid email wishing them a Happy Birthday was met with forgiveness and so much joy that things took off and it seemed we had never been apart. Even though it had been over half a century for the both of us. If it seems like I’m harping on the timeframe, it’s because I AM! I mean, how many people can you honestly say that you know who have reconnected with their very first love and there are no encumbrances to keep them apart now? Hmmmm?

At any rate, we have talked multiple times a day every day and texted even more. We spent a glorious 3 days in Tucson together, catching up, reconnecting, and making plans for the future that was taken away from us by someone who was supposed to be a friend.

We shared some of the memories we had made together when we were 16 & 17, we talked about our parents, we talked about our multiple failed relationships, we talked about our children and grandchildren, and we talked about a future together.

Some people may say we are too old to be feeling as frisky as we are, or that we have no idea what we are doing. Look, I may be almost 70, have 3 grown ass adult children, 7 grandchildren, and 1.5 great grandchildren, but I KNOW what the fuck I’m doing. I don’t have dementia and I’m not looking for someone to wipe my ass in my old age.

I love this man and have for over 53 years, through 5 failed marriages, numerous relationships that ended for one reason or another, and every other obstacle that has been thrown at me. I had little hope that I would ever have another man in my life, let alone the only one who can bring me unadulterated joy and peace deep down in my very soul.

So yes, we are making future plans together, plans that involve a lot of compromise on both our parts. I’m in Texas and he’s in California. Both of us have things tying us to the places we live, some of those things can’t be changed or moved. So we are working on what is the best way to be together without jeopardizing health or happiness. The endgame is to be together and that is what matters most.

There you have it my Feral Darlings. This is what has kept me away from the keyboard. I’m not saying I’m back to writing every day, but I will promise to be better about being here as much as I possibly can. Because a Witch without writing is a Witch that is sad …