Say Good Bye to Hollywood

WILD FLOWERS BEHIND HOME DEPOT IN RANCHO MIRAGE

I think I'm in denial ... what was meant to be a three day stay with the parental units in Palm Springs has turned into a week long "vacation," hiding from what awaits me back in LA: Packing up my apartment, saying good-bye to friends, and saying arrivederci to my lovely LALA land ... (booo hooo hooo, sniffle, gulp.) FYI, I'm keeping my LA cell number ... as long as I have that, Colorado will seem temporary ... I'm ignoring the fact that buying a ginormous plot of land and building a house/farm on it is far from temporary. Tomorrow I will face my fears and head home on I-10 West to begin the 2 week process of changing my entire life. Reading just this post alone, you might think I'm moving somewhere awful, oh, no no ... I'm moving somewhere fabulous, and I am excited, but no matter what, it's hard not to be afraid of change. I'm changing states, changing living partners, changing jobs, and changing cars (a 4-wheel drive is a must in Aspen) so yes people, I'm feeling a little scared OK? And it feels GREAT to pound away about my uncertainty on this keyboard so thanks for reading.

I keep asking myself "Why am I having such a hard time with the idea of moving out of LA?" I arrived in Hollywood 6 years ago with the same dream as every other young person who "arrives in Hollywood." I wanted to be a STAR!!! A bright, shining star, the next "it" girl, whatever, as long as I "MADE IT." Well, I didn't "make it" and I'm still trying to decide if that was by choice because the industry is so SLEAZY, oops, I mean Un-KARMALIZED, or if I just plain gave up on my dream. Some dreams are never meant to be realized so you can go on to live out your destiny ... that's what Tony Robbins told me anyway. I guess my Hollywood dream is just dying hard, and that's OK ... I think there is something else for me just over the horizon. But enough about moi ...

My hot man Derrek is up in Northern California on a solo spiritual retreat. He was going to go with Rob, aka, Bob, Bobert, or Robert, who is his best friend of 12+ years, but he decided to go alone on this adventure. Some things are just better done alone. He is seeking guidance from some shamans in hopes of further opening himself up to the spirit world. Nifty huh? He'll be back soon, hopefully with plenty of great photos and stories for our blog. While he's searching his soul, I'll be organizing the plans for the Monolithic Dome we're building and booking our trip to see the Crop Circles in England this summer! A tiny smidge of advice ... if you're ADD or just plain hate organizing things, (like my man) hook up with someone who is a control freak and uber organized (like myself), that way everyone is happy!

With Gratitude for Opposites,

D&L