It was a year ago that I borrowed the words of Florence and the Machine and posted them here. I remember that I felt so good at that moment; I felt so liberated from the clutter and the nonsense that had permeated my existence. I had made some tough decisions that week that absolutely turned my mood and my outlook in the forward direction. Most of those decisions had to do with self-respect, and personal appreciation. You have to have it, to give it. You also have to be willing to take some risks. And I believed I was ready.

“Happiness, it hurts like a train on a track
Coming towards her, stuck still no turning back
She hid around corners and she hid under beds
She killed it will kisses and from it she fled
With every bubble she sank with a drink
And washed it away down the kitchen sink

The dog days are over
The dog days are done
The horses are coming so you better run.” – Florence and the Machine

It was during that March week of a year gone by, that I started the process of extracting myself from relationships that wouldn’t move forward, I re-engaged with the gym, food, and work at a healthier level, and I updated and re-posted that bipolar beast known as my match.com profile. Those few things started a chain reaction that propelled me forward to today… 

So with a grin of relief and delight, I accepted the song that came blaring out at me around 6.15a this morning. There she was. There was Florence and the Machine reminding me to remember what I have done and where I have come. Reminding me of where I am. Right here. Now. Happiness. Just accept it and run. Some things are not worth hiding from. This is happiness.   

2010 is a blur…an awesome technicolor high-voltage blur. I will divulge much of my indulgent sojourns and moments of reckless abandon in good time. But let’s just say the past 12 months have been life-changing, and I am no longer wanting to turn back. Let those horses come, because I am a’running.