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Fleeting

My 34-year-old cousin, Adam, passed away on Friday, April 13th. We received phone calls at 3AM, telling us of his untimely demise and the news was received with complete shock and amazement. Granted, he had a tough life and he made his far share of mistakes, but none of us ever thought he would just vanish.

I have been surrounded by death my entire life. Many family members, even more friends and all different kinds of ways. Car accidents, suicide, drug overdoses, cancer, other illnesses. Most of them were unexpected, and all were shocking. It never gets any easier to accept, though. Mourning is a selfish act, in and of itself, but as humans we are inherently selfish. We make everything about ourselves, and oftentimes forget the larger picture.

My family is torn apart right now, I am heartbroken. He was so full of life, generous, gorgeous, smart, sweet, more than fun to hang around with. He had many friends and people in his life who adored him, and rightfully so, he was the life of the every party he attended. The larger picture here though is simple: He was horribly unhappy for a very, very long time and is finally at peace. While I am heartbroken, I see that for what it is and am almost happy for him that he can rest now.

When we were kids, Adam was a terror. He wreaked havoc everywhere we went. He would yell and scream and throw tantrums. He’d behave recklessly, with little regard for his own safety. Even through all of that, and all of the accidents and close brushes with death, he was still such a force. He lost both of his parents at a very young age, and spent quite a bit of time alone. He separated himself from his family for almost 20 years, until I found him again on Facebook in 2007. Since that reunion, he and my older brother, Joey, have become very close. My brother is devastated due to this, and I fear he may never be the same.

The moral is that life is short. I learn this lesson often, and try to live my life in such a way that makes me happy. I don’t ever want to force emotion, control another person, police someone, own someone, live my life with someone I could never trust. What’s the point? Relationships, and love are unpredictable. Life is unpredictable! There is nothing we can do to change anything that happens, things just HAPPEN. People fall in love, fall out of love, die, do stupid things, make mistakes, etc. We cannot change any of it, we can only choose who we spend our time with.

Adam’s death has made me question everything in my life over the last few days. My own happiness, how I live, what I choose and why. My lesson learned from this unfortunate situation is that I need to be happy. I need to follow my heart. I need to keep faith in myself and know that the choices I make are the best possible choices for me, regardless of what unfolds around me in order for said choices to take shape. Life is too short to deny yourself happiness, to be with the people who make your heart stop, make you smile, and fulfill your soul.

You can’t change fate, and the heart will do what it wants – no matter what. Forcing yourself on someone only hurts you. Having to live your life in fear only hurts you. I don’t know about you all, but I know I deserve better than that. I deserve to be loved for who I am, not what someone else wants me to be. My cousin Adam, he also deserved that but never got to see that kind of happiness. I refuse to allow that to happen to me.

Drive it till the wheels fall off, kids, because you never know what awaits you in the next 5 minutes, let alone next month, or next year. I want to smile on my deathbed and know that I did what was right for me. Don’t you?

RIP Adam – you will be forever loved, cherished and remembered.

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Magic

Come take my hand
You should know me
I’ve always been in your mind
You know I will be kind
I’ll be guiding you

Building your dream
Has to start now
There’s no other road to take
You won’t make a mistake
I’ll be guiding you

You have to believe
We are magic
Nothing can stand in our way
You have to believe
We are magic
Don’t let your aim ever stray
And if all your hopes survive
Destiny will arrive
I’ll bring all your dreams alive
For you

From where I stand
You are home free
The planets align so rare
There’s promise in the air
And I’m guiding you

Through every turn
I’ll be near you
I’ll come any time you call
I’ll catch you when you fall
I’ll be guiding you

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Keep Your ‘Lectric Eye on Me, Babe…

I been experiencing the most random emotions as of late. One minute I am violently happy, the next? Violently unhappy. Work has been absolutely insane, and while I love my job and staying busy, it’s almost becoming overwhelming, which is RARE for me.

I recently received a job offer for the most INSANE opportunity. It’s where I want to be, geographically speaking, and the position itself is where I should be at this point in my long career. The salary is also more than double what I make now. So, what’s the problem, you ask? Well, it’s in an industry that I tried very hard to get away from due to the stress levels and very long hours – Law Firms. I left a prestigious LF to come to my current position a mere 7 months ago, and honestly it was the best decision I’ve ever made for a multitude of reasons. Part of me does not want to go back to that world, but the practical part knows that this is an offer I simply shouldn’t refuse. I’d be a fool, quite honestly; however, along with that fat paycheck comes a certificate of ownership over your soul, that you sign and hand off to the LF.

Granted, I have mapped out a very free and beautiful life for myself thus far. I am free of insane personal responsibilities such as children, home ownership, etc. Working long hours is something I have always done, and it never bothered me. Quite the contrary, actually. As I get older though, I realize that I would like more time for myself, maybe to travel, skate, enjoy time with the people I love, go to the gym 3 hours per day, write more, etc.

It’s a tough choice to make, and after a lot of thought, I think I have finally made a decision. I guess we’ll see how it plays out.

In other news, some of my writing was picked up by a NYC publication and I will be published as of May! Exciting! I have signed up for fire-eating classes in Coney Island, and am insanely excited about my upcoming vacation to Texas! In short, life is good these days.

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YeeeHawwww!

Just booked a vacation to Austin, TX in May to see my sister and skate with some of the Texas girls! So exciting!

#1 – I have not seen my sister in a dogs age, #2 – I have never been to Austin, and #3 – I am excited to skate with a new group of badass chicks!

#gome

Now, time to work. πŸ™‚

Wheels Up

My Dearest California,

I’m leaving you again today, and as usual, I am more than depressed about having to go back to NYC. Every time the wheels of the plane hit the air and lift me up towards NYC, I am broken. My heart has always been and will always belong to California.

In short, it’s been an AMAZING week and as I pack my bags to head back “home,” I’m leaving yet another piece of my heart in your hands. Please take care of it, because I will be back soon, and probably for good. Thank you for showing me such a great time, and allowing me to flourish in your amazing sunlight.

Until we meet again, my love.

Glory

xxx

Oh, California…

I have always been a fan of California. Besides the obvious reasons: nice weather, beautiful landscapes, beaches, etc., my love for California runs much deeper than her pretty shoreline.

Since I was 7 years old, I used to tell my mother that I was “meant to live in California.” My mother would laugh at me and say “How do you know that, Gloria?” At the time, I couldn’t really answer her, as I had never set foot in the state, but I just knew it my heart it was where I was “meant to be.”

As I grew older, and I was finally able to go to California (I was 19 the first time), I’ll never forget the feeling I had when my ex-boyfriend and I drove over the Oregon/California border and I saw that “Welcome to California” sign on the side of the road. I made him pull over so he could take a picture of me, beaming, under it. I still have that photograph, and every time I take a look at it, I get the same feeling in my heart.

While I’ve always liked Northern California (it’s GORGEOUS, and SF is a lot like NYC), when I first arrived in Los Angeles, my heart was racing out of my chest. I had felt like I was “home.” It was the weirdest thing, and could never properly be explained. It was like my fate was waiting there for me. I come to Southern California almost 5-6 times per year, and every single time I leave, I cry my heart out.

When I turned 21, I found out that I had a half-brother who grew up in LA. I was estranged from my biological father and had no clue that I had 3 other siblings floating around the country. When I found out about my brother Robert, I hopped on a plane and headed straight for LA to meet him. When I met him, we had never even seen a picture of each other, but knew each other at the airport. CRAZY. It was like we were exactly the same person, but from different sides of the country. We went through a phase after that, and we still kind of joke about it, that we are twins separated at birth and our mothers are lying to us. Neither of us had a birth certificate, or a social security card until we were 20. Our mothers were best friends 20 years prior and had a horrible falling out. His mom raised him in Los Angeles, and my mother took off for Hawaii and then NYC. Needless to say, since that first meeting 17 years ago, my brother and I are VERY tight.

The 6 years ago, my very best friend, Lenin, moved from NYC to Southern California. I was so sad and not just because I was losing him, but because he was finally doing what he wanted to do, but without me! He and his wife got in the car and drove away and have not looked back since.

In short, I KNOW there is something amazing, incredible and awesome here for me. I have been feeling that since I am a wee beastie. My husband loves NYC and refuses to leave, hence why I am still living in this hellhole called NYC, but the time is coming, my friends. I am going to say fuck all, take all of my money and move to Southern California, finish that god damned novel, and live the life I am supposed to be living. I’m tired of putting my own dreams, needs and hopes last. It’s about time that I take care of ME, and stop worrying about what my husband wants, what my family wants, etc. You only get one life, and you’d better ride that shit until the wheels fall off!

Speaking of wheels, I am off to skate practice now! WooooooHoooooooooo.

My first time on the West Coast. Mt St. Helen’s, Washington

Sierra Nevada Mountain Range, CAMy brother Robert – when we first met The “ex” I mentioned, Colin. San Francisco, CA

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“Us”

Late last night I was looking through pictures
Flooded with memories I lie on the floor
And spread them around me like friends at a party
Their faces remind me of all that I’ve known
Still I can’t forget all the hushed who and why’s.
All the fiction and lies and the tears and the laughs
Take a walk through the past you and I hand in hand
As we look at this thing called us
Late last night I was pacing the hallway
Reading the letters you’d signed x and o
I turned out the lights and imagined you with me
I tried my hardest to cry but it just wouldn’t come
Still I can’t forget all the hushed who and why’s
All the fiction and lies all the tears and the laughs
Take a walk through the past
You and I hand in hand
As we look at this thing called us
All the hushed who and why’s
All the fiction and lies all the tears and the laughs
Take a walk through the past, you and I hand in hand
As we look at this thing called trust

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The Webs We Weave

It has recently come to my attention that certain people in my life like to lie their asses off.

There is one thing, above all else in this entire universe, that pisses me the FUCK off, and that’s someone who has no need to lie to me, but does anyway. Especially, someone I love.

People only choose to lie when they’re pussies, and can’t face reality. I have no time for that.

I will be much less pissed off if you come at me with the dead honest truth, then if you come at me with some crazy bullshit. #1 – I will ALWAYS catch you (I’m quite bright, never underestimate me.) #2 – when I do catch you, the fury I will reign down on you will be nothing short of terrifying. (I’m freakishly strong, and I have rage issues).

The moral? If you want to live…. Don’t fucking lie to me!

#nuffsaid

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The Fantasy of Everlasting Love

After 9 long years, my husband and I are headed to splitsville. It’s so difficult to differentiate between what’s worth fighting for, and what’s not. I feel as if my heart has been crushed, but I know that separation is inevitable.

I’ve spent such a long time just accepting things for what they are, and not really working towards what I really want. The truth is, I am chock full of issues that stem all the way back to my crazy childhood. While I am strong enough to truly understand what they are, and their roots, I’m sometimes not strong enough to pull myself out of the hole, so to speak.

I was abandoned by my biological father, then by my step-father. A kid has a difficult time understanding outside factors that contributed to that abandonment, and if not dealt with correctly, can lead to issues in adulthood. I can admit, I have some of those residual effects that affect my life on a daily basis. It’s evident to me that I have to figure out a way to get a handle on these behaviors.

I’m epically selfish, I tend to want to control everything, I’m prone to bouts of depression that include, but are not limited to, addictive behaviors rearing their ugly heads. I know that I can be a handful, I’m far from perfect, and when I’m in an abyss, standing by me can be tough because I tend to hide it, and isolate. I’m too prideful, my ego is too big to show any measure of weakness. I have a constant need to improve on everything around me. When I do not succeed in that, I tend to lose motivation. I lack patience. I lack understanding, and can be rather harsh. I don’t typically see things through. When I lose patience, I tend to change my mind completely. I don’t have traditional values, or ideas of relationships. The list of flaws goes on, and on. I also have a lot of amazing traits, I’m more than confident in the fact that despite all of the above flaws, I am one hell of a catch. When I love, it’s full of fire and passion, and any person who is the object of my affections is one lucky fuck.

I love Craig, I truly do. That being said, we’ve had issues for a long, long time. I’ve never had a real sense of equality in the relationship, I’ve never really felt secure enough to open up fully, and truly. I have trust issues with him as it pertains to him being an “adult,” which equates to me treating him like a child, which equates to a less than passionate sex life, which equates to unhappiness on BOTH sides.

I recognize all of these problems, I see them coming from hundreds of miles away and instead of choosing to fight, talk them out, deal with impending doom, we both crawled into shells and let our undeniably amazing connection epically fail. It’s fucking HEARTBREAKING.

Craig is the first person in my life that I wanted to marry, wanted to be faithful to (to the best of my fucked up ability), actually considered procreating with (if only for a fleeting second), and wanted to love with all of my heart.

He’s an amazing guy, hell, he’d have to be to put up with me and my crazy ideals. I was lucky to find, love and be with him. On the same token, I cannot allow myself to idealize him. This story has two people at fault. Two people who need to be held accountable for their actions that inevitably led us to where we are now.

I can say that I’ve never felt more crushed than I do at this moment. I’ve never felt more let down, more alone, more insanely confused than I do at this moment. I have no idea where we will end up, whether together or apart, happy or filled with regret, I can’t possibly make any assumptions, nor can I predict the future. All I have at this point is my strong intuition, a head full of “black hole” and a horrible weight on my chest.

I’ve said it before: love is a huge risk. It can either propel you to amazing heights, or it can destroy you, if you let it. I don’t believe in bitterness, I don’t believe in putting up walls, nor do I believe in playing emotional games, or wasting my time. In short, even if we do split, I will not allow myself to be destroyed. I’ve spent way too much time in this abyss, and I need to help myself. At the end of the day, the only person who can save me is ME.

I do not doubt that I will eventually be OK. I just need to fix myself, and not look to someone else to provide me with happiness. I look to Craig for support, and respect. I’m not looking for him to be my hero, I don’t need a hero. I need a friend, a lover, and someone who doesn’t cut and run when shit gets hard.

If its meant to be, we’ll get through this. If its not? I can’t control that, and I can’t lose sleep over it. I have to stand up, brush myself off and keep it moving.

I’m done crying, I’m finished with worrying. My heart is way too heavy to begin with, I cannot afford added weight. My husband either sees this, or he doesn’t. He can do the same as I, and take accountability for his epic mistakes over the last 9 years, or he won’t. Again, I can’t control that, and I refuse to even try. I need to worry about me, and that’s exactly what I plan to do.

So, the fantasy of everlasting love is exactly that, a fantasy. I’m not a dreamer, I’m a hardcore realist, but I have faith that things will work out the way they’re supposed to.

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