the seasons are a'shifting

Posted by meli on Friday, August 15, 2014 in inspired, sex, totally random stuff, travel | No comments

Ahhhhh ...

Stretching into this space again.

Feels so good. 

I've been a blogger since before "blog" was really a thing. Back on platforms that were more complicated. Dark. Secretive. Like the seedy underbelly of a city. That's where my online "journalistic journey" was started so many moons ago. I kinda dig that start. A lot. 

And now it's been more then a year since my last post. 

The seasons are shifting again. 

*I* am shifting again. 

I had these grand dreams of my blog taking on new meaning when we started traveling. Dreams of it being far reaching and impactful. I would blog about our adventures, our trials, our encounters. My visions were big, and dramatic, and sparkly ... everything you want in a vision, really. And it.would.be.magical. Ahhhh, yes, magical. Reality didn't quite live up. Unless, of course, that magic was wrapped up in boobs. Now boob; that I've got covered! Internet on the road, on the other hand, not so much. It has been a complicated puzzle, and quite frankly, not one I've been eager to figure out for myself (if someone else wants to get that taken care of for me; I'll have some tea ready for you. And a few carob/goji balls. And a hug. A hug so tight that the color will drain from your face and you'll be left gasping for oxygen). Being a creature of comfort, living in a forever changing environment, lends itself to some introverted internal grounding... often. So much so that by the time I am again feeling my soulful footing,  have re-surfaced to the land of the conscious people, and am ready locate a workable internet source in our current camp/city, it's about the time to pack up, roll on, and start the process alllllllllllll over again.

Until today!

A quick jailbreak of our phone + 

a sloooooooow weak cell signal = 

Meli is ONLINE! 

On her BED! 

Feeling fan-FREAKIN-tastic!

And also tired. 

And having to pee. 

Because just like the Missy of the 80's, the Missa of the 90's, the Melissa of Y2K, and the Meli of, well, right now ... I still Do!Not! like using my valuable time to go sit in a tiny room on a toilet to pee. Crouched down on the grass (or ground, or bed, or tree, or anywhere really), wriggling in pain and rendered immobile because I waited too long is always a much better alternative. Always.

And now that I've spread my wisdom far and wide (see, dreams really do come true) I'm going to go walk with my baby daddy down to the beach. We could use some extra connection today. Maybe sex while we're there, too. 

I should definitely pee before that.