Tag: emotions

Moving on up

And so it is that the bedroom feels much more like a bedroom now. Not that it didn’t before feel like a bedroom, but that it now feels like a bedroom that could be my bedroom… one in which I actually could want to live and sleep and dress and all. No, it certainly isn’t complete, of course, but the bulky furniture is swapped out for things that fit much better and leave loads more space around the bed; the dark shag rug is gone; and the floors and baseboards have all been wonderfully cleaned. It is an awesome move for today, and I am incredibly grateful to have gotten it all done. Now, I am absurdly wiped and must sleep. Asap. Goodnight.

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The bright side

Well, the house only slightly smells like smoke now, and I almost don’t notice it, even when I’ve been outside for a while and walk back inside. Coolio. And I get to go to bed at a somewhat decent time tonight. Thank you, God. And thank you, God, for helping that get sorted out. And thank you, God, for giving us the tools and will and ability to work through all of this together, such that we leave a super sucky situation like last night actually in the past, complete, and step forward empowered together and individually in our relationships to ourselves and with one another. In gratitude, I pray. Amen.

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Saturday

And then, just as you are about to watch a movie together for once, enjoying the evening spent relaxing together on the sofa, he tweaks his back and suddenly can’t move or breathe deeply without immense pain. And chiropractors aren’t open until Monday… At least we weren’t planning on getting a whole lot done tomorrow, almost all of which requires full physical movement abilities…oh, wait… yes, that’s exactly what we were planning to do…

Ugh…

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Loving my man

“Blown away by your love 😘,” he writes, sending with it a photo of him next to the massive and awesome fan (which is turned on) that he bought last weekend and that I put together for him today as a bit of a surprise.

My mom and I both find it adorable and also hilarious and stupid, but mostly the first two.

My brother simply replies after a silent laugh and big smirk, “You guys are dumb.”

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Dang… again…

It didn’t work out again? Well, let it go. Move forward with what’s up and important now – make that happen. And continue the cycle whenever it is time to do so.

When something is meant to happen, it happens. When it isn’t meant to happen, it doesn’t. And when it is meant to be, but just not yet, not now, then it doesn’t happen yet, doesn’t happen now.

Period.

Thank you, God, for this blessing and this clarity about it throughout my life, even when it did scare me a lot to watch “Final Destination”.

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Late-night mental meanderings

And so I sit, bleary-eyed and worn out, on the bed, awaiting my mate so that we can read and pray together. Most days, I wonder when I’ll get back to sleeping enough and going to bed early enough again. Most nights, I struggle to fathom how I ever functioned without him in my life. And no, this isn’t a reference to sex – not in the least – but merely a reference to the time of day when we think over everything from the day, almost passively considering everything and regularly discovering how we truly feel about things. As we shower and get ready for bed, we contemplate life. I do, anyway. And my contemplations tend to be glorious these days, even when he does piss me off or I stress him out big time over something.

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Such a guy

“Your girls, sunbathing by the boats,” I sent.

He replied, “Nice”.
“We miss you,” I said.

“She got a good roll in,” I said.
“Haha nice,” he replied, “I miss you too”.
And then he said, in reply to the first message, “She’s naked, why aren’t you?”
::face palm… idiot… such a guy…
And I love him.
Thank you, God, for such a man period, and especially for his presence and role in my life in particular. In gratitude, I pray. Amen.
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