Despite cliché coincidences like having my divorce granted final on 12/31/2013 and moving back to the West Coast in time for the new year I am not one to make actual resolutions. I will never tell you specific plans or fixed goals, I’ll give you a flighty “vision” instead. This year my response to the typical resolutions question has been easy: “I need to put my (California) life together.” Most agree that this is a feat in itself, but absolutely manageable—given my attitude. This is a completely brand new chapter, one that I feel is equally significant as New York, if not more. NYC was a healing period, this is basically a rebirth—it’s a new life.

I have returned as a different person. I like this woman much better—real talk.

Today marks 1 month of being back in the Bay. I swear that time flew. Aside from 2 really terrible initial hangovers (from celebrating my return, of course), my entire time here has been productive, body and mind. I have zero regrets about my move. No second thoughts that I cut my New York period too short or that I need to run back to the East Coast. I am exactly where I am supposed to be and it feels amazing knowing this.

100. Thousand. Trillion.