Blue Towel Selfies <3 + Past Year of Peril & Love (Patreon)

Shower here, shower there, my van life is plotted between what shower I will get to use next, haha!! I *DO* have a shower in my van, but I have limited water, and  I try to ration it to be able to wash the dishes and flush effectively. The gyms are starting to open up again and I can have a more comfy shower in there too, like to shave my legs and whatnot. 

ANYWAY *ahem*... this shower is at my dad's house. He knows I am a nude model but he doesn't really need to know I was taking cute selfies in there for my patreon. LOL! Fun fact: this is the house I grew up in! Saaame blue tub and tile and everything!

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***Past Year of Peril & Love***

This is the story of my love life over the past year. I escaped a narcissist:  

This time last year...

My heart had acid coursing through it. I cried each day, slept about 2 hours per night, and food lost its taste for a while. I was rebelling. All those years of training... I finally realized I needed to get out. Out of my role, then eventually out of that apartment... and into the van. 

But exactly 1 year ago, I didn’t have a plan. I just had this intense fire. I presume it’s the kind of burning we all wish that toad in the pot feels as the simmer starts escalating into a boil...

My coping mechanism leading up to that point was to control time, and I had a stranglehold on my touring schedule, which extended into 30 minute blocks itemized on daily to do lists. 

Checking off items on my list gave me a sense of self worth- an element I foraged for like a desert animal seeking water... I filled my void with productivity, accomplishments, and exploration. It all sounds cool but my personal relationships with people I love were slowly disengaging into shallower levels, year after year.  

It was all coming to a crescendo last year. I had to face myself, “Do you want to live in a shadow of subservience forever? Or do you want to keep your personality?” 

Follow your heart...

Follow your heart...

Follow your heart...

A window poignantly appeared for me on Independence Day 2019. After a harsh counseling session in the morning, I couldn’t go home. I cried. I ate an avocado. I slept. In my car. Riddled with guilt and brain fog, I eventually pulled myself together to blow 80$ on fireworks and go to my old friend’s bbq party. Alone.

I crossed paths with Travis there, at the time I saw this as an opportunity to check off one of my AA amends- to apologize for my crude harshness when we split up 8 years prior. I said some awful things I didn’t mean, and the guilt still caused me resentment. 

The decision to go fully mobile was a combination of inspiration from a few peers and being rejected by my favorite apartment option. I was scared as hell to make this shift, but somehow it felt necessary. I travel for a living, and at the time I thought living in a van would ensure my aloneness- something I thought I needed.

A month after the 4th, Travis asked if I wanted coffee and to catch up. At that time, I was still suffering injuries from going through the crucible. I set my guard walls up high, then acquiesced.

Moving into a used RV is a huge learning curve. I found myself posting on FB for help with installing solar panels, moving my heavy furniture out of my apartment, and such. Throughout this process I was also reaching out to my yard family to get together for bonfires and karaoke. Travis was always there to help and be a friend. 

We silently considered each other “off limits” for quite some time. I still had heartache to process, I still had acid in my guts... but I noticed the pain and anxiety went away when I was near him. His eye contact is a soothing resting place. 

Weeks went by. My scheme to become a full time spinster was becoming less appealing compared to the concept of companionship...

One day, I messaged my posse to see if anyone wanted to go kick it by a river. A few people were interested but somehow it ended up being just the two of us. It was a swimsuit day. The river was secluded. We were sitting on a towel. Those butterflies of death were teasing me. I had to say something. 

“You know, I wouldn’t be sitting next to this river with you if I didn’t like you...” 

... And here I am still creating every damn day and not just surviving, THRIVING like a boss, all thanks to YOU for financially supporting me through this rollercoaster thing we call life! So thank you from the bottom of my heart! 

Peace & Love, 

*Kristy

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