Well, home is a bit of a misnomer these days. I’ve moved around a lot in the last 8 years. New York. Back to LA and now living in Portland. Not to mention traveling to the place where I call home, where I grew up the San Francisco Bay Area.
I burnt out but I’m still involved in this career I built that takes me places, still. I changed my business model. So I’m not in a state of burn out like I was before. So I can hang for a bit.
I don’t work with clients like I did. Seeing clients full time for many years. That hurt me.
I enjoy the time I spend time with my sex therapist friends. So I do more of that since I came back to LA and grew my group practice, after actually closing my practice for 2 years to live in New York. Finally. That was something I’d meant to do some 15 years prior at 26, I finally did at 42. New York, I mean. And it meant closing the practice down. This taught me that my work is not my practice. My practice is only a small part of what I do.
My work takes me places. I mean. I travel for work. Educating the masses.
I’m 50 now. I get upgraded to first class. I’m heading back to Portland which is home right now. After spending the last few days in my second home, LA.
I’m wearing a Mexican dress with pants underneath. Cotton pants that cuff loosely just above the ankle with black doc martin boots. I love the look these days. Baggy pants that end high enough to show off the boot.
The tight jean days are over.