I thought I’d end the year with a picture of me and the avatar I had at the end of last year. The picture is about 10 years old, but I love it.

It was a time in my life where I was trusting the universe to catch me. I had just left my husband of 12 years, with 4 kids in tow (all under 7) with no real plan except that I wanted to be happy.

I wanted to live my life not in the normal/traditional way – the way I saw too many people existing. I wanted a partner(s) to be open and honest with me, tell me all of their dreams, fantasies, hopes and fears. And I wanted to have that in return. Someone who valued me. Saw me – the good, the bad and the ugly – and loved & lusted that strange person. Not some idea of who they wanted me to be. Someone who celebrated my victories as hard as I did theirs, and it times when there were no victories, that we shouldered it together. A real partner.

This is me at the beginning of that journey. No Misty in site. Yet.

This night my little shop was sponsoring an aerial arts event. I was in the back stage area with the dancers and acrobats and one of them asked me to hold their tutu. So I did. As a hat. I wandered around chatting with my cosmo until a friend of mine said, “Becca, I have GOT to get a picture of this!” It is one of my most favourite pictures of me. It makes me always want to be that woman – brave, looking for adventure, who finds joy in the chaos.