“Change is hard, but not impossible.” That’s one of the slogans I picked up from my years in the corporate world. I don’t know where it came from but I do know that it is true, although I suppose that’s obvious. Anyway, I’ve been starting to make some hard changes in my second life.

Yesterday, I told Dina that I’m giving up my houseboat at Junkyard Blues South. I love the JY and enjoy tp’ing from the Southlands to my houseboat, then walking over to JY dance floor. I can just as easily tp directly to dance floor, but that walk along the canal is a real treat and always gets me in that down south, bluesy mood.

A more painful change involves my job hosting at The Line. I love hosting, but I just can’t get back that joyful feeling that I believe a hostess should try to spread around. I can’t even understand how or why I lost it. Magi has been wonderful about all of this, and tells me to take all the time I need. Nonetheless, I feel really bad about just dropping out of the line up, and also feel bad about disappointing the people who appreciated my efforts.

Several friends have tried to help me through this rough period, and I appreciate their help and they have helped. But my problem is, my problems are many, and many of those problems are not the kinds of things I can easily discuss. I’ve said this before, but the best thing for me to do right now is to return to my scouting and exploring.