We aren’t. Wish granted.
How bow dat?
The gods always smile on brave women.
Granted sometimes they are smiling because they can’t control their laughter when we forget ourselves and we turn into shadows of what we are and become nagging, bitchy things with teeth and claws and tears.
And then my period stops and ya, sorry bout dat.
Consider my shit together.
Everything is as it should be, as it always is. (Dalai Lama)
I lived without him before he showed up, I can do it again.
But the more I push, the sooner that is going to happen. So no more pushing.
Easy peasy. Like Sunday morning with or without pancakes.
No more clinging onto shit that doesn’t matter either.
Granted there was a rough patch, akin to a quick bend in the river, a drop in elevation creating rapids roiling and rolling, but that was then.
Back to our regularly scheduled ebb and flow, I got caught up on some rocks for a bit.
I am back in the water, here I float, unencumbered.
God I need to get back in the water. Willing the summer to get here quicker is futile, it will come when it comes and it is my job to make sure it is thoroughly enjoyed and glorious.
I keep forgetting what my job is.
Currently I am juggling two paying jobs, writing, being a mother, a girlfriend and whatever version of myself I feel like being today.
I am all of those things.
I decided this.
I decided on him, he decided on me.
The only thing making things complicated was an unconscious decision I made to make it so.
I forgot for a week or two that I am my own Captain Jean Luc Picard, this is my starship. I get to decide how this goes.
I walked into this first actual relationship in 4 years adamantly deciding that I wasn’t going to lose myself this time.
But I found myself slipping.
Spending time in places I don’t belong with people I don’t know.
Time I could have been writing, napping, working, with my girls.
Or just being home alone.
That familiar tearing feeling of being pulled in too many directions which makes me balk and want to hide.
I wanted to be with him, he’s awesome. The sex is prolific perfection. He is funny and strange and above all sweet to me.
I was saying one thing, thinking something completely different and doing the polar opposite of both.
Never ending search for the fulcrum.
The secret is all inside your head she said to me, the answer is easy if you take it logically.
Paul Simon 50 Ways to Leave your Lover.
I am not leaving my lover. Quite like him actually.
The answer is logical though. ‘No’ is a complete sentence. So is ‘Okay Baby’. Just gotta find that balance.
There is nothing wrong with him going to the bar and me being home asleep. He’s away right now and sooooo happy. So am I, both for him and for the time spent alone. I was so desperate for me time that I was spending my tiny allotments in unproductive ways. Overthinking being one of them.
We’re good together and we are good apart.
I wouldn’t stand for him demanding I go out, so why should he tolerate me demanding he stay home.
Doesn’t work that way.
But somehow we work.