The Universe, she speaks, loudly and gleefully in over whelmed...?

I went to rehab. I have been sober for 41 days. I have learned more in the last six weeks than I have in the last 6 years. I feel good, nay great. But more on that later.

While I was in rehab I had the challenge of finding my higher power. This was no small task. I had given up on all that malarkey ages ago. And then I found it. It was the same higher power I had always subscribed to it was the Universe in all of her glory. I sound insane, I know. But holy shit I am in the fucking flow.

Just a tiny example from today, (one of many, also I am aware of the fact that since I am sober I am more attune to all the shit happening around me so this may just all have always been here but I am choosing to believe it is the Universe speaking to me) came to me by way of art. Specifically at the Menil collection, which is possibly my favorite gallery in the US. So the faceplace reminded me that I went there for the first time 6 years ago today. We became members there shortly there after and I met a curator that I am in awe of. He curates my favorite exhibits and is a genius and I was totally star struck by him so it took me years to work up the nerve to talk to him. We are on friendly speaking terms now, like super friendly and we talk like friends (we say fuck a lot and no longer pretend to be adults.) So we were invited to the Spring Mixer tonight and we went and drank fizzy water and schoozed and hung out with the curator.

A few years ago I saw some work by an artist at the Contemporary Art Fair that I fell in love with instantly. I took a ton of pictures of her work and then promptly forgot her name. Two weeks ago, 4 of the inmates and I were allowed to go on a field trip to the Blanton Art Museum and they had a solo exhibit by her. I thought the universe was speaking to me then because in the first room was a postcard from Maho Bay which is a rather obscure eco resort where my husband and I went on like our third date. I had been telling the story to the girl I was with the night before so we both laughed and laughed about my higher power sending me messages. Anyway I was so happy to see her work (Nina Katchadourian) that my husband and I went back to see the exhibit again on the day I was released last week. I love it, he loved it, we both love it.

So back to tonight, I am talking to the curator and telling him about her work and lo and behold she is his sister best friend! I get to hang out with her the next time she is here for an opening!! And then he gave us a private tour of the Treasure Room, which is a magical and unique place where they keep all of the art that is not displayed in the collection mounted on the walls, which is insane, which NEVER happens, which no one gets to see, which is pure magic. I literally could have cried. And I was sober. And happy. And social. And content. And at peace with myself and the universe.

I have so much to write about. So much. But right now I am going to drink some tea, continue petting my cat son who is snuggled up on my lap, figure out which yoga class to go to tomorrow and then go to sleep.