Alexis “I love
fucking working with millennials” Neely is in love. No, not with the younger man taking her from behind but with the younger man below:
This love caught me by surprise, opening my heart at another level of willingness to face the parts of me that are here to be healed.
I am learning I can ask for my secure attachment needs to be met without encroaching upon his freedom, and in fact leading to more freedom (and devotion) for both of us.
I am so grateful for good, loving men who are willing to learn how to truly “meet” powerful women.
“Meet” meaning “unaware when they are being bulldozed by predatory, manipulative older women,” Skankatron?
The old raunch is now at Envision, another dirtfest, in Costa Rica, and is putting her poor son through the wringer for the umpteenth time:
Life. Seriously. It can seem so hard sometimes, and yet when I keep my right attitude in the face of the challenge, the shitty turns to better shit than I ever could have planned.
Last night, after a 6 hour bus ride to get to Puerto Viejo (on our way to Punta Mona for NYE), the cute little bungalow I booked had somehow and without notice gotten canceled by Hotels.com.
Normally, this wouldn’t be a problem, but the town was 100% sold out for the holiday weekend. Like no kidding 💯, every bed, couch and hammock booked.
I felt really bad because we were also traveling w a new friend we had been paired up with for the trip, William, and I had assured him I had the lodging for the night handled. Doh.
Noah (my son) was already resistant AF to this whole trip. If you saw my insta/FB story, you KWIM. And I was seeing his worst nightmare play out before my eyes.
I could have freaked, gotten demanding and gone down the rabbit hole of righteousness, persecution and seeking to blame. A past version of me would have.
Instead, I knew there must be some opportunity or possibility here I wasn’t seeing.
Don’t get me wrong, I could feel my anxiety. But instead of projecting it out, I acknowledged it, breathed it down and met it inside myself, waiting to see what would happen next.
And, of course, as it does, Life met me there. Turns out the man who lives next to the bungalow we were meant to rent is an angel. Bruno offered us the camper on his property for the night.
Again, I could have pitched a fit because it was soooo hot and clearly hadn’t been used for a long time. But I knew it would work out.
We walked into town (in the rain), seeking food and shelter and WiFi for my son to download his shows for our offgrid time, only to discover the WiFi was a no go.
He was beyond pissed as this was literally his worst nightmare coming true. Sleeping in a hot, moldy camper and unable to download any of his shows.
But, Life knows. And through it all, I got to show him what equanimity in the face of challenge looks like.
We got back to the camper, and it had cooled down a little and he fell asleep easily while I chatted with our travel buddy, William, discovering a (no surprise) strongly synchronistic connection until midnight.
We slept great in the camper! Thank you Bruno. We love you!!
It’s morning now and I’m lounging on a couch in a WiFi cafe in Puerto Viejo writing this, with a vegan latte, tofu scramble, and my kid far happier than he looks in this photo downloading his shows for when we go off grid later today at Punta Mona.
Life, you freaking rock, especially when I let go and let you take me.
Happy New Year everyone! May you find your equanimity in the face of every challenging opportunity this year and for ever more.
Happy New Year to Ali, too, and to my dear bunnies. And wow. Just wow. How “freaking” mysterious that the “cute little bungalow” Skankatron had rented was mysteriously cancelled. I’m flashing on a moment in “Best in Show” in which Eugene Levy & Catherine O’Hara can’t enter their hotel room because their credit card is maxed out.
Thank goodness for Ali’s “equanimity” but thanks more for Bruno, else that kid would be sleeping in the gutter instead of a hot, moldy camper. Can you imagine growing up with an out-of-it alcoholic father and a druggy, promiscuous mother who drags you to smelly woo shitshows?
Bottom Picture! Will this jaunt to CR again end with everyone naked and muddy? #motheroftheyear