I’m sitting in a children’s play museum with my best friend, her nieces and my goddaughter and I figured know was as good as any to finally update this thing.
I came back earlier this week from a trip to New York with my friend Christina which was so fun. New York makes me appreciate the simple parts of my life. I can appreciate the make it here, make it anywhere spirit but thanks – I’ll visit and leave.
All the same, I had a lovely time and there are parts of New York that are really beautiful.
One of the positive side-effects of my company folding and starting to work for myself is that I’ve lost weight. Part of it is that while working – I’d eat out of sheer boredom and now that I’m largely at home, food = effort and I rarely want to make any.
I still need to implement some kind of exercise regimen because I spend long stretches at my desk and when I’m working I need to have all of the stamina and endurance in the whole world because as simple as some people like to make it seem – taking photos is hard ass work.
I have however, been thinking a lot lately about my relationship with sugar. I love sugar. She’s my bae. I’m going with her because something as sweet and addicted HAS to be female, right? I can’t see myself foregoing it 100% because I am definitely one of those people for whom deprivation never works. I can’t have something? I want it a million times over. But I’m going to do some reading about sugar addiction and detox and go from there because the last thing I want to do is compromise my health for a Coca-Cola.
If you have any advice about this please tell me about it via email (hello @ this domain or my first name @outlook) or on twitter (@alovedlife). I want to go into this as informed as possible because I know that eliminating sugar can have a host of terrible side-effects and I want to be armed so that I’m prepared for what might come my way.
If I had to pick a recurring theme through my years in blogging I’d say it would be relationships. Primarily, it’s me lauding my friends and telling you how crazy amazing they are (because they are!) but sometimes it’s me working out my feeeeelings in the only way I know how to – with words. The internet is magical when it’s not being terrible and it has bought some spectacular people into my life, some who have been around more than a decade. I am, however, finding that often – my relationships online that burn the brightest are also the ones that become supernovas, fizzling out in spectacular fashion. I always raise my hand to include myself in this extinguishing. What could I have done differently? Was I wrong? Sometimes I have those answers and sometimes I’m left just not quite understanding why. This is why people go to therapy. Me? I write.
I write about these thing as a way to soothe myself. To purge myself of negative feelings and to move forward. There’s never a winner. Never. Even though admittedly, I like to win. There’s no solace in being the person who doesn’t acknowledge a loss or that feelings have been hurt. That’s not how I’ve taught myself to operate. But, over time I’ve learned that when a relationship veers off onto unpaved road sometimes you have to just walk away in order to save yourelf. I’ve spoken numerous times about how I’m always the person looking to give someone the benefit of the doubt, often to my own detriment and as I get closer to my fortieth decade on this planet, that’s not something I want to continue to do, I deserve better than that – we all do.
Friendships are important to me, they center me and keep me accountable and without my friends? I’m lame. So, losing one stings. Will I get over myself? Yes. Will I have other friends? Definitely. But for now, I’m still here, writing and feeling my feelings.
I sincerely believed that one I stated to work for myself that I’d probably be up late nights and sleep all day but surprisingly enough – I’m in bed must nights before my husband who gets up early for work and I woke up this morning shortly before 6.
Typically, when it’s not even light out – I’ll grab my phone and read twitter or catch up on blogs until my eyelids start feeling heavy and I’ll go back to sleep until Shiro starts asking for breakfast around 830/9 and then I just give into the day.
I’ve always loved the mornings though and yes, I’m sure that my current affection has something to do with the fact that I don’t really have anywhere to go but to my computer. But still, I rise (early) and like it.
This morning, The Ethiopian is snoring and Shiro is laying right next to my head curled into the cutest ball of stripes and fur. There’s something about the morning silence (with the exception of that snoring!) that is so very calming and reminds me to count my small blessings.
It’s a little after 6 a.m. as I start this post. On one side of me The Ethiopian is snoring and on the other, Shiro is snuggled into my side and quietly purring.
The last handful of days I’ve been up early. Sometimes I grab my phone, read a little and wait for sleep to come back around and sometimes I’m just up.
This past weekend I went home which actually seems funny to say. I guess for me, home is where I was born and where my Mom is :) In typical fashion, the few days I sad home were packed with everything and they flew by. On the way back to my new (real?) home I stopped and spent some much needed time with my friend Emily.
As always, I think often of this little space of mine. Stories of life to tell, pictures and videos to archive and, like always – days become weeks and sometimes months before I get around to it but I can’t bear to let it go because I need this space to come back to just in case.
I guess it’s just an it is what it is situation. The more I think about it, I guess a lot of blogs are or used to be and I just need to write when the mood strikes and let everything else fall to the side.