Beautiful life happens, when beautiful soul is free....

This post is up close and personal.  It is something I have  been thinking about a lot lately.  It is about sex, or actually not having sex in my life at all.  It is not something I crave or need , but it is eventually something I would want to have again.

It is 10th of October, 2016 and it is 21st century. People are open and honest about sex, or they try to be.  So am i.

Last time I  was sexually active with someone   was in middle of May, in foreign country, . I was was in love and same time I loved the person who meant the world for me and it meant something... Last time I did have sex I did not enjoy it.  It was just empty, and it was His need, not mine.    He had lost passion, and I felt sad for us.   It was not something I did, but it was something, he  thought I would be, and  I knew in my mind,  I will not be that size 6, fake boobs,  hourglass figure never for him..... He had an idea how would I look one day, and that is what  was so wrong....  I knew our end was near... I felt it in every cell in my body, and my mind was present,   But I kept quiet....

 When it comes to my thinking and mind , I am little different.   At 38 years old, I  should have most amazing sexual life ever and not care... I should be out  getting numbers, flirting... But I don't.  Right now, I am having the best relationship with myself, and I am not going to give myself to someone who tells me they find me attractive, or sexy, or hot, or amazing ...     and they say those things only for their advantage- in hopes I am going to fall for it.....   It is not that easy.

      I have been talking to people. I have been out on dates.  And I have been thinking about starting my sexual  journeys again, but so far no one amazing enough has come to my way.   And it is ok.

 Sex complicates things. And guys these days ( or actually over the decades are great making it complicated...  THeY WOULD SAY ANYTHING...  a n y t h i n g....  to get into your pants.....  And I really mean anything... All inspirational and self help websites educate the one what to say, how to behave, how to get a woman... and I have read tons of those that are meant for men...  All I do is, take few deep breaths in, let little less out, and read it again, to see if I got it right... It is ridiculous. Social media, free websites, "inspirational" quotes, etc, make it very easy for everyone to have an access to information and miss use  it towards male/female...  So in the end of the day, I have very hard time processing what is real what is not.... So we females or guys, have to come up with more creative ways asking questions, to see if the person if interest is here for right reasons.

While I am typing this, my mind is already fried, and I want to sleep  and not thi nk about dating ...And it all will lead  to same thing..--- , " HEY GURRRLLLL, send me naked pic of you.........  or a portion of your nakedness....


all I got a say at this point is... I like old school.... Picnic with cheese and chard or pinot or both , walk at the beach, art gallery, amazing night views, sunsets,  star gazing,  movie nights,   ( preferably horror movies, so I can  grab your leg with my 10 fingers.... ) recording studio , so we can make our first fucked up song - so what we can't sing...... Goint to bridal shops and dressing up as groom and bride just for fun- but choosing the worst outfits at that store..,  dance lessons,  or just simple gas station hot dogs with no nutritional value ... and more flowers............. flowers...yellow tulips, roses, daffodils, and finally--- one that would win a heart of mine--- SAUNA ...

I have to get me my own sauna....      and lake.....


 Anyways, I just got carried away.... best dates in my mind are the ones when 2 people come together, and nothing else matters. :)  

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Age of Adeline.....

I watched this fascinating movie tonight.... I was mesmerized by it.  Everybody can translate it the way they want, but for me it sounded and looked like this.... You might  be running from your life  as many times as you wish, lie, cheat,  hurt people and accept hurt from others,,,one might feel that time has stopped, and and one would still run feeling forever young, forever able........   ... But you just keep running, and running and running... Till someone comes along ..w

Till someone comes along and you want to be everything to that someone..  That someone who changes your reality...And you will no longer run or hide, you become your best self ever,  and night after night you would only want to run into the arms of that person, because, that is why at first place, you never settled for anything else.....


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Drop in the ocean... That is how I feel at times...  i feel like a drop in the ocean..  I see myself getting lost in the waves of life...  Lost and confused.. melting into what surrounds me... And then I remember... I am not  supposed to blend in, I am supposed to shine ....  

And  take a deep breath in... and I take a step, and another, and one more.. and I pull myself out whatever tries to drag me down... or pull me under... 

no more ....

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Wohooo.

It has been hell of a 22 days in California.. Friends, tears, laughter, confusion,  WTF moments , and plenty- let me just roll my eyes  moments...

Today I did something I have been scared to death to do...  Thanks to my friend, I signed up to do pilates..  I don't even know why I did it, but she was so convincing ( because she is fucking Gemini).. SO  I signed up, and showed up. ANd the moment I showed up, I almost excused myself and ran away.  In my mind I was like.. NO FUCKING WAY, I am going to use that table to get myself to get the best shape of my life...  THAT table looked worse than birthing table at hospital... or Tables at abortion clinics...    WHen you give birth you just push few times and its over,,,,, abortion clinic ,you get amazing drugs, lie at the table, stare at the ceiling, and then its over... ONLY work you have to do is deal with your emotions after that...  

I am sure my facial expression at the room was like- WTF  I ain't doing this... It looks like I am going to hurt myself and will never ever recover from it...  I was horrified... ANd then I saw all fucking fit  mellow bitches walking in with faces like_ WE LOVE IT, this is peace of cake... ..... And I was standing there like... SURE....   I got this too.. WATCH ME.. I GOT THIS...

AND then,  Boss lady, put on her microphone turned on music and everyone took positions like they were pros... ANd I was just faking it...

 BUT, this faking IT was not that easy... I actually had to put on some work...   Well, it is easy to fake an orgasm, if guy is horrible... Just flex some cervix muscles, make some uuhh, ooh sounds and  pretend like you are having a good time......     THIS PILATES WAS NOT ONE OF THOSE FAKE IT TILL MAKE IT....  NO WAYZA...

 I actually had to commit to it for 50 minutes...      Are you kidding me  50 fucking minutes of pain....   But the same time, all I heard in my ears was instructors soft voice.....  CORDS are not on control, you are on control, YOu are controlling your moves.... Take charge girls...  You got this.....

And she was fucking right... I got this...  At one point I thought I am going to pass out.... So I just stepped off the table, and took a breather... But then I heard that voice again-- AND I FOR SURE GOT THAT SHIT...

And when it was done...  I just stood there for a moment, and thought to myself...  What the fuck did I just do?  DID I really last for that long, and I finished it? ME , are you serious?   I almost split myself in half, almost threw up, almost cried- but I kept pushing and finished it... With little whoopsy doopsy dooos here and there.. but I did it... ANd In my mind I was doing the best happy dance I could do.

I still hated my friend because she said it would be fun.......  And now I know what she meant... Rest of my day was fun... I was energized( but in pain) , I was happy( but in pain), I was singing ( still in pain)... And most important thing... I can't wait to go back and have another 50 minutes of pure pleasure...  

I am in control......

Peace, love , happiness and light to you all....

Happy Birthday Angel Regina.

It is ok not to be ok. It is ok to cry, and it is ok to mourn even after years when your child has passed away.  Regina has never left my  mind.  She will always be part of me, and I will always think about her, but hardest time I ever have is in September.

She was born on 19th of september on 1999, and she passed away in september 20th, 2009 . So September is not a good month. 

Miss her laugh, miss her jokes, miss her giggles,  miss her hugs, miss reading her books before bedtime, miss going shopping with her, miss telling her to stop being a drama queen, miss the way she loved to cuddle with me, miss how she smelled.......  Miss comforting her, mis taking care of her... I MISS EVERYTHING ABOUT HER....
I MISS MY DAUGHTER..

7 years have passed since I last told her I love you. 7 years have passed since I heard her laughter , 7 years have passed since I last held her in my arms. 7 years have passed since We lost her.

7 years have passed since I stopped giving a crap ..

Nothing compares to loosing a child you gave birth to.Nothing.   I have moved on from it, but I will always remember the sleepless nights and fear and tears.  I remember arguments with doctors , nurses, and caregivers and with my ex husband.... And I always remember how guilty I felt because I could not give equal amount of attention to Gabriel.... My son.

But It all started way before 7 years ago... It all started in march 2004 when we started running from doctor to doctor to find out what is wrong with our little girl... And no one had an answer.  Top doctors in orange county even started calling me paranoid and told me to stop worrying , because they thought it was just some weird strain of virus....  But we never did give up. 

 And now here I am... Missing her more than I have ever  missed anyone else. And with every passing year- missing her does not get less. I almost feel like, I miss her more.  And I am not ok.  

Pain is excruciating and only parents who have lost a child will understand it. You will never be the same, but you pretend to be ok.  And it will work for a while, but then  again, there are relapses around important dates.  Just like now...  september 19th is her birthday, and I am broken inside.   I think I am even more than broken.... I feel like  I'm in middle of dessert alone, naked, screaming for help... and feeling like help will never arrive.  It is horrible feeling.   But I know in few days this feeling too shall pass. But only for a moment... I just have to deal with it. I have to distract myself so I would not be complete mess. And that is challenge... I want to be complete mess sometimes... I have been complete mess in past... SO , please can I be again?   People get to be complete messes when their boyfriends or husbands leave them... Only advice we get is.. hey... there are plenty men out there for you... Suck it in and move on...

But when your child dies..... there are no right things to say... You can't say... hey... MOVE ON, she died... go and adopt another one... there are plenty kids who need your love.

..NOOOOO...  no one  will replace your child.  

Pain does get little better with time, but memories will remain.  And Memories we have  made as family, make me smile, and it lessens the pain....  But life will never be the same....

Missing my Girl...  

one day we will meet again

xoxoxoxo 

Another day in paradise....

And I am slowly starting to adapt to this new life of mine. I still don't have my own place, and I am grateful of my friend Julee who I contacted 20 hours before I arrived to usa to tell her-- I NEED A PLACE.. CAN I CRASH YOURS.....  And she did allow me to do so.   I am crashing it, and I feel horrible about it.   She has the most amazing spirit about her, and the way she ( and her ex) has been helping our family is just mind blowing.   And now here I am, crashing her crib, trying to make sense of it all, because it all still feels like a dream to me.  But I am here.  What I am trying to say is. I don't know what I have done right in my life.   Because at times it feels , everything I have done has lead to disaster, but then I look at my friends  i get grounded....  Maire  and Steve and their children-  I don't know how they can be so welcoming and trusting  all the time.. They have seen me as complete mess and still accept me as I am...   Kadi-  chats we have  person to person or on cell....  I constantly laugh,  Xochitl - our friendship has suffered tons because we are  on different paths of life and I feel like she  does not get me that well anymore... I am different person than I was 7 years when I moved away....  But we are still lingering there, and I hope we can save our friendship ...  My new  friends B&K... Every time I visit their restaurant in Van nuys - I just laugh my butt off..  and messages I get from them are very up lifting.  My Estonian Family and friends...   I don't feel Estonian at all.  I stopped feeling Estonian long time ago, but there is still bond, and When I chat with my bestie over there  I wish I was closer to her, so we could just sit and chat and i could hear her wisdoms..

I think we all are strong-- but sometimes when we do  have our weak moments  and then  we need someone who is stronger  than us at that given  moment...   the one Who can tell us,- you got this, you are the QB, you  thrive, you are the platinum B...  we all need to hear it all the time...    SO I am more than grateful , I have my girls and guys  who keep me grounded . And That is more than enough.

 I almost forgot why I started writing today.. I just had so many thoughts in my head... TO many..  Unraveling all over the place...  Almost got lost in my own mind.... But my point is.. You attract what is meant for you... And I am so happy, that all I have attracted are calm peaceful strong minds... And if I did not have them,, I'd be lost...

 And  When time is right... Person who would be  my mirror would take charge and claim me.. That is the only thing that is missing in my life right now...  My equal .   Because, I am tired of making myself laugh all the time, every time....

I have arrived...

I had known  for a long time that my ex husband was planning to travel to California on August 30.   And I had already purchased tickets to move permanently to SoCal on 9/11 .   We just kept chatting about  our son being with me during that 10 day trip he is over in cali. And of course I told him, I will take care of our boy in  china....  I am his momma, and  whatever he needs something, or whenever he needs me I will be there for him.  

So day before his trip my ex texted me and  told me his travel details. We always do that to each other, because we have one amazing son  who needs both of his parents.. And if something would happen ether of us during our travels,  we would know exactly what is going on.   We have reached different kind of love and respect.   And it is how it is supposed to be.

So anyways,   He texted me and says he takes of   in about 12 hours... I told him... It would be amazing, if Gabriel and I would be too in usa for our last trip together, because I am not going to see my son for a year....     It was just a thought. I did not expect anything to happen...  As you know, I already had my tickets..  I knew that I would be with my son no matter what those 10 days before I travel to usa.  But it all is little fucked up.... Hangzhou was hosting G20 ( google if you don't know what it is) and because of this event, my Hangzhou is dead- empty, people are sent out of city, schools , restaurants, bars are closed... there is nothing for us to do.... My son and I would just hang in our apartment and stare our computers with stoned faces. But is that how do you wan't to spend your last days with your  blood? NO... But then again, my mind was set on I would make these last 10 days the best days....

  And then... after I told him, that , HEY, would be great, he paused and said. Let me  check something....  And he did check something, and 2 hours later. We all had our tickets to fly to  USA..
 I cancelled my 9/11 ticket,  packed my last suitcase, and i was ready to  leave china...  

I could not hold back my tears. I cried all night. I cried due to multiple reasons.   Biggest reason was- I knew I will not be able to see my amazing son Gabriel till summer 2017.  I started to feel like a failure. Because sons always need their moms.  I was always near by. Never missed his concerts, never missed his parent teacher conferences, never missed any milestones in his life... ANd now here I am.. I am going to miss his face.....  In stage.. Performing, ... seeking for my face in the sea of moms and dads... ANd I am not there... Will he hate me? Will he hold it against me in future? Will he  keep his feelings downlow and become rebellious teenager?    I had to many questions.....

 And while I was thinking all about those questions. I fell asleep briefly... Maybe for 4 hours... ANd then it was time to get my ass up and  stare my mirror....  Person who stared back at me, I did not like... She was scared, she was sad, she was overwhelmed, she was not herself at that moment......  I could not even look at myself... I was so scared..


 At age 38 you are not supposed to be scared.. You supposed to be strong independent woman . Right?  The ones society keeps talking about....
ANyway...  I am actually that SIW.  Oh hell yeah I am.  Give birth to 2 amazing kids. Watch Jesus claim one at age 10..... Divorce few year later. And Now  LEAVE my son to CHINA, with my ex, who is great father.. BTW.... Please don't call him dead beat dad. He  ain't that...   SO... Everything really comes in trees.... 3 worst things in my life have happened.... Loosing my daughter, loosing my marriage, and walking away from my son...    FYI-- single female in late 30s has nothing to do in china... after her mission is completed.... Get out....  I never planed to apart from my son... But I realized...  I wan't to be in strong loving relationship.. And I don't want to do it in china..  HANGZHOU.... No quality singles...  for my caliber...  There area quality people... BUT . Asia is not my final destination..... SO...  Gabriel is 15 now.  He is smart, talented and ready to take this world by storm.  He knows, his mother and father love him, and one day , his step siblings will look up to him.  He is rolemodel to so many people... Loose a sister at age 8 can't be easy... His sister was his best friend and mentor....   And I can only imagine how much he is still to this day is hurting inside....   And hopefully one day, He can do make a difference in many peoples lives.  and I am sure, he already has.... :)


 SO now... I am here...  Scared.  and uncertain what future holds. But I still have my dreams...  I am still daredevil.... WHo the fuck would just say... HEY... I am moving now.. .and here I am... Still work in progress.  And hopefully one day, there will be person next to me who would kiss me good morning   every mornings- With love in his eyes.


Till then .. I just work on myself, creating my own empire,  and staying 110% honest with who I am .  Because if you don't know who you are, how do you know who are people surrounding you.....  


XO.. to be continued..... Stay amazing... More love is on its way....