As of today, I have officially been in Las Vegas for six months. 6 MONTHS. Half of a year. Whoa.

I actually can’t believe it. I still tell people I “just” moved here. And while it’s true that I’m pretty new in town, it’s been a lot longer than it feels. Being busy really does make time fly by.

Driving to get lunch today, I took a moment to look around and was really quite awed at the crazy twists and turns my life have taken. This time last year, I was back in NYC, nursing a broken heart after a splitting from my ex husband by dating the wrong guys, going out way too much – and loving every second. I felt brave for taking risks and not being scared to jump, always confident that the net would appear. It always has.

Sure, there were many painful moments but what I really learned was that it was time for me to live my life the way I really, truly wanted to. No excuses, no regrets. I adored – and still adore – my ex but we wanted different things and had different paths. I knew I wasn’t being authentic to myself by staying in that relationship. as difficult as it was, it was like I had been given a second chance to get it right. Or at least “righter.”

The opportunity to move to Vegas really happened so fast, I barely had time to think about it, which was most definitely a good thing. I would have overthought it and freaked myself out and not come. I had no idea what to expect and while I was so happy to be back in NYC after 3 years in Florida, I also knew I was in a rut in and needed some massive change. The universe always gives us what we need, when we need it most. It’s pretty amazing. (yes, I went to yoga three times this week)

So here I am. Who knows how long I’ll stay or what will happen next but there is no time to think about that now – I have events to plan, friends to see, dogs to play with, yoga classes to attend, wine to drink. I’m just letting life take me where it thinks I need to be. And I’m excited to see what the next 6 months will bring…