In order to survive this two year experience, I knew I'd have to become my own best friend, motivator, inspiration, nurturer, and support system 24/7. And I’d have to maintain some seriously grounding rituals; from filling my journal with words as they poured from my heart uncensored, to working out six days per week. I knew I'd have to stay rooted in my body and my emotions in order to maintain a positive mindset in this challenging new lifestyle.
Just as I was feeling overwhelmed with the task of excavating through 8 years of emotional rubble to rescue the embattled Keex, I got a call from my EX. He needed a favor. The nerve! But he was in a bind. The gig that was supposed to (appropriately) deposit him in Vegas... the modern-day Sodom & Gomorrah... the city that celebrates sin and excess...the land of pleasure-seeking addicts; was actually sending him to Europe for an indefinite amount of time.
