Three little words to change your life
adapt. change. grow. become.
I've been in my apartment for a month now. I'm still not even remotely close to unpacked. The only thing completely set up is my bathroom. I'm not even sure how to turn on my stove. Hooray for microwaves. I've just been so stinkin busy.
Work is sucking. I stayed at my job because my job was good to me. Great health benefits, decent pay and I had internet access there. My company recently switched insurance companies to where I can't really afford to go to the doctor even if I get sick. Living by myself has greatly increased my rent expense, so the pay isn't that decent anymore. But the worst of it is that my internet access has been taken away. Nobody else's, just mine. I think I was too comfortable. I've been wasting my talents there anyhow. And since my job is no longer being so good to me, I think it's time to find a new job. Reworked my resume this past week. It's looking good.
Dance is exhausting. I felt like we had a show every week in Oct. Getting my fusion costume together was a hassle. It did end up working, though. I wish I had pictures to show of it. I've discovered that I really suck at zilling. Perhaps I was just not cut out to be a cymbal player. Could be worse...it could be the triange. I still love to dance, I'm just very, very tired right now.
And then there's the boy. We're dating. Exclusively. I'm meeting his family at Thanksgiving. My siblings barely know about him. My mother not at all. I'll tell her at Christmas. I crave being in his presence, just to be around him, to touch him. He cooks for me. I melt.
Halloween. We went to a goth nightclub. I danced. He watched. I laugh too much to ever be a true goth. I spent the night at his apt as I have many nights before, as I'm doing tonight while he's at work. He told me he loved me. I was stunned. I told him it was premature. His last girlfriend just broke up with him in January. He was ready to marry her. It's too soon. I can't get it out of my head. He loves me - not quite yet as much as I need. I am still holding my heart in check, much as I want to pour out all my love upon him. All I let myself do is express appreciation and gratitude for his many kindnesses to me. I wonder if he can see the love shining through my eyes even though I don't say it?
I sit here watching his cats with their paws around each other, cleaning the other. So cute.
I've been in my apartment for a month now. I'm still not even remotely close to unpacked. The only thing completely set up is my bathroom. I'm not even sure how to turn on my stove. Hooray for microwaves. I've just been so stinkin busy.
Work is sucking. I stayed at my job because my job was good to me. Great health benefits, decent pay and I had internet access there. My company recently switched insurance companies to where I can't really afford to go to the doctor even if I get sick. Living by myself has greatly increased my rent expense, so the pay isn't that decent anymore. But the worst of it is that my internet access has been taken away. Nobody else's, just mine. I think I was too comfortable. I've been wasting my talents there anyhow. And since my job is no longer being so good to me, I think it's time to find a new job. Reworked my resume this past week. It's looking good.
Dance is exhausting. I felt like we had a show every week in Oct. Getting my fusion costume together was a hassle. It did end up working, though. I wish I had pictures to show of it. I've discovered that I really suck at zilling. Perhaps I was just not cut out to be a cymbal player. Could be worse...it could be the triange. I still love to dance, I'm just very, very tired right now.
And then there's the boy. We're dating. Exclusively. I'm meeting his family at Thanksgiving. My siblings barely know about him. My mother not at all. I'll tell her at Christmas. I crave being in his presence, just to be around him, to touch him. He cooks for me. I melt.
Halloween. We went to a goth nightclub. I danced. He watched. I laugh too much to ever be a true goth. I spent the night at his apt as I have many nights before, as I'm doing tonight while he's at work. He told me he loved me. I was stunned. I told him it was premature. His last girlfriend just broke up with him in January. He was ready to marry her. It's too soon. I can't get it out of my head. He loves me - not quite yet as much as I need. I am still holding my heart in check, much as I want to pour out all my love upon him. All I let myself do is express appreciation and gratitude for his many kindnesses to me. I wonder if he can see the love shining through my eyes even though I don't say it?
I sit here watching his cats with their paws around each other, cleaning the other. So cute.