Starting on 1/1/2020 — attracting the wrong women that loved my success in life (job,career,house, car, bank account) not my heart-soul-light.
Divorce final. Sold my house. Pandemic. Held on to the California dream as long as I could.
Phone call. Granny fell. Broke her hip. She needs you here. “I am on my way Mamaw Mac. Your doodle bug is coming home.” Packed my heart, Lucy and three lucky cats and headed south.
Hit the bottom.
Took the rest of the year off and learned go live, love and laugh again. Bass. Electric guitar. Music. The best gift of all.
Love where I am because of 2020. I had to go there to get here.