Wednesday. Feeling good. Better than I have in a long time. I’m glad I opened the box of doom and faced down my trauma. It’s out there. It’s done. It’s over. I am free.

The question now is… what’s next?

I feel very strange right now. It’s like I molted and shed off my old skin. Now there’s a giant dragon-shaped exoskeleton shell sitting on the chain beside me, staring back at me with its empty, hollow eyes. It’s like the old me is a completely separate entity now. That old life, that old self, it’s not me who I am anymore. My trauma does not define me. My emotions do not define me. Other people do not define me. I am in control of my life now. I define me.

Traffic slowed down again, but that’s okay. I need more time to get this all together into a proper pitch presentation. It’s like… I don’t want to write this book anymore, but I’ve come so far, and I’ve written most of the pieces already, and now I have an actual proper outline/timeline of everything that ever happened. It’s like… okay, cut it down to the highlights, frame it as a journey of personal growth, give it a little life lesson, and end it with a hopeful tone. Et voila! There is the book I have been trying to write for 20 years. Just in time for the world to end. Haha, hilarious.

Ah, the universe has such an amusing sense of humor. It works on its own time. I suppose I am exactly where I am meant to be at this moment in time. Such is the way of things…

I don’t know. It still feels like… ugh. Why do I have to keep revisiting this stuff over and over? But at the same time, I’ve sunk so much into this book. I don’t know what to think. Like… it’s my life. Why do I have to package it up neatly and turn it into entertainment for everyone to pick through? Ridiculous. Why was I taught to be this way?

In the end, it’s not about me. It’s about writing something that can help other survivors. That’s the whole point of the entire escapade. I have to finish what I’ve started. I can’t just quit. Clearly I couldn’t quit even though I have tried, multiple times, so yeah, writing it is.

Went over my vision board last night and was pleased with the results for 2025 so far. New job acquired, visas approved, tickets booked, luggage set en route. I am ready to jet set across the world and start a new life. Now I just have to go through all of my worldly possessions and decide what to take and what to keep in storage until I find a permanent home.

Currently trying to find an angle for my next creative project after I finish this one. It can’t just be pictures of me standing next to dragons, after all. No one is interested in that. I’m still thinking about doing a yoga YouTube channel. That way I can teach and take all of you along on my beautiful travels with me.

Join me today for yoga at the top of Victoria Peak, or from a secluded beach on Lantau Island, or in front of an old Portuguese building in Macau, or on a rooftop in Dubai, or at the foot of a mountain somewhere in India. So fun! Let’s see how it turns out.

My boyfriend better be ready to be one of those Instagram boyfriends who takes pictures of me all the time. Luckily for me, Instagram culture is next level in India, so he’s always ready for a good photo op. He actually looks good in photos too. I always feel so sorry for the couples where the woman is dressed and ready while the boyfriend looks like a lazy slob. Ugh. Talk about my worst nightmare. That’s why I can’t date American guys anymore. All of them dress like disheveled slobs and none of them care enough to fix it. Really speaks volumes about where our country is at in terms of standards.

Don’t worry, I also have a tripod and a selfie stick. Can’t rely on men for everything, or really anything, in my personal experience. Having a boyfriend is so weird. He’s been here for so long. I mean, jeez, it’s almost been a whole year. Usually I scare them off within 30 days. Or they turn out to be liars, cheaters, psychopaths, etc. Or married, which is worse.

Yeah, I’m pretty sick of them. If this one turns out to be crazy, I’m officially done with men forever. Or until the next one comes along. You know what they say: men are like buses. If you miss one, another will be along shortly.

That being said, last year I literally left the bus stop to go hide out at a yoga shala in India and get away from men forever, and he still landed right at my doorstep, and then wouldn’t go away, so… yeah. I hope my trip to see him goes well and doesn’t end in a giant dumpster fire like my relationships usually do.

I guess it’s okay having a boyfriend, but I’m still waiting for the ball to drop. When am I going to find out he’s cheating on me? When is he going to meet someone else who he will dump me for? When is he going to marry a nice Indian girl like he’s supposed to? When am I going to find out he has some crazy issue that can’t be fixed? When is the freak show going to walk onstage and start dancing for the crowd?

This is why I prefer to have all of my shit out there. I don’t have any deep, dark secrets. It’s all out there for you to read like the open book it is. I can’t change my past. It is what it is. All I can do is turn my trauma into entertainment for the rest of the world, try to make a bit of money off it, and take a stand for those who who have no voice in the world. It is what it is…

So for me, I guess I’m just looking for that steady partnership without any bullshit. So, I guess we’ll see if this is all bullshit or if it’s actually real. That’s all I can do for now. Guess we just have to stay tuned and see if this story ends with me sitting alone at the airport in Dubai.

I have to go now. I totally forgot I have a work meeting. Have a good day.