These past few days have been amazing. I am feeling good. I started up eating healthy, again, cutting out a lot of the bad carbs and red meat, and fatty dairy, again.

Last week’s CSA farm share.

Blue Eyes and I have been doing well, together at the beach house for the past few days, having fun with the dogs. Communication is good. There are only so many times I can remind Blue Eyes that him being open and honest is a good thing. I’m not going to go running away at the next crazy thing I hear out of his mouth, so just spill it. Honestly, I think he still rationalizes that if he gives up all his secrets, life as he knows it will disappear into a cloud of smoke and he will be left with mere ashes. Those of us who learned to tell the truth early on, know that with truth comes light, and a kind of unburdening of the soul that allows space for joy. Fuck if anyone can get him to believe it.

Cove Beach

Two years ago there was absolutely nothing on this piece of coastal property and now, we have a beautiful home. Below is one of the photos submitted to a magazine. Next month professional photographers will be here taking pictures for an upcoming issue. Exciting!

A couple nights ago, this was my view as I prepared a late dinner.

The sunsets never disappoint.

Oh yeah, and the painting I commissioned from the Australian Rainforest artist has arrived safely and is currently in my painting loft waiting to be professionally hung. I could stare at it for hours.

And if all that isn’t enough, GQ, his wife, and the Princess are arriving Portland today from Tokyo. We have a whole week of lovely activities planned including volunteering out at the farm tomorrow so the little one can see how fruits and vegetables grow (plus ducklings, they have ducklings right now along with chickens, goats, and pigs). Living in the middle of Tokyo doesn’t afford much opportunity to see farm life. We’ll also visit the zoo and The Children’s Museum and a bunch of other fun stuff. Seeing things through the eyes of a 2 1/2 year old again. So looking forward to all of it.

I’m not bipolar. My life is not all good or bad. This blog is a place for me to talk out what it is like to live with a sex addict, but my life is not all about that. Sometimes I need to remind myself of everything I have to be grateful for.

Peace. ❤