I have a photo that I want to use here, but I don’t know if it would make her happy so I will just keep it in the folder. It’s a great photo though. It was onesie night at Casa de Nicole, and the participants were sipping champagne, laughing, enjoying life and planning a super happy future.

Seven days later I was drinking vodka, contemplating suicide and wondering what would happen.

One year later, I just brought in the last ‘big’ piece for the apartment, in about an hour I am going to put it together, and it will be a wrap. I will have populated the apartment. Sure I had help, but it is done.

Most of it was done in the last 365. I am proud of that.

The girl and I were talking about where we were just a year ago. It was ugly for her right now, and we didn’t yet know my ugly was enroute.

Now? She’s doing her thing, her real thing, and excelling at it. She has a huge project at work, she is exploring and flourishing and she is the diamond I always knew she was. The wonderful thing is, she is beginning to see that for herself.

Me? Due to recent issues, the job market in my profession of desire is saturated. Thanks capitalism. In the interim things at my gig are pretty good. With the combination of the northern and southern California offices, I get a better idea of how good I am, and I am REALLY good. I am finishing the month at #2 but that was due to a mid month change I wasn’t able to work around. While the overall ranking is #2 I am still top of the list in the category that impacts the most. I really wanted #1 and I had it for 2 weeks but I will take what I have and build on it.

The LLC is official and as I shared with my prior post, the books are live.

Training is going well and soon I will have a new addition to the shingle. I have someone for marketing and I am creating content.

I am doing the event next month, my first on this type of stage.

More stages are ahead, bigger.

While I still have not found the boyfriend, I don’t need it. I do want a new relationship, but it hasn’t been slowing me down.

I still have my trial date ahead, all but one of the subpoenas are served. I don’t need them, but there was no way I was going to let it go. Their avoidance, well I am sure it is for the best. Who knows, I might even get another photo shop as a reward.

I told the girl that this past year was the foundation, now we walk. Shit by the end of the year we may be on a full out run.

Da Smoke is picking up steam.

I’m not “worried” about money, but I am mindful of it.

I have art on the walls, food in the fridge, dick on call, a little to entertain, and endless possibilities.

One year later, I am better than I was before he tried to ruin me, and she tried to destroy me.

While the bullshit is not over with them, I’ve overcome it. I expect to be victorious Tuesday, and that is different that one might think. A win for me looks different than you might think. I can define it though, and it looks like me.