More new territory, more to learn, more new…

Life keeps taking me to new territory. New heights, new depths, new activity.

Seems like the “facts” I sucked down like tic-tacs in my youth are permeable AF.

The longer I live the more I see my beliefs for what they are and sometimes even watch them crumble into dust.

I started my meandering, bumpy journey as a spiritual seeker in my 20s.

Only I wasn’t seeking peace, happiness, or wisdom. Not then, not even close.

I was seeking community, love, and a sense of belonging.

Looking back now, it’s no surprise that I found myself in a cult, no surprise that I enslaved myself to its leader and everything he said. I was a disciple in waiting, ready for a master to be in charge of me — to tell me what to do, who to be, and what I should look like.

One thing he taught: Once you turn 33 (the year Jesus died according to this tale), you’ve experienced everything you ever will and it’s all repeat after that. All emotional states, all loss, all the highs and lows life has to offer.

He was wrong. (About this and about how I should behave and what I should look like, for that matter.)

New territory.

At the beginning of 2022, pandemic year three, life looked pretty usual (pandemic-usual). Me working on my…