Journey.

I've been dreamweaving since dawn, piecing together my professional life.




Names and logos blurred where appropriate, but you get the idea.

Contemplating liquidation of more than one closet's contents. And to be sure, I've got storage units across town filled with the fruits of material obsessions.






That's part of my handbag collection, dust bag covered, tissued stuffed and then shoved into disarray.

So tempting to just leave it all behind as I drive off into the sunrise.




With a stack of books and Fernando, of course.

The billionaire is cascading down the Rocky Mountains alongside Shaun White and I am left wading through fifteen inches of crunchy snow with a puppy who pretends to be three legged for fun. I haven't got anything to lose.