Maybe I need medications instead.
So in between reading, doing laundry, eating quesadillas, I have been packing this evening. I had planned to get some sewing done after my evening with C fell through (shit happens, it really does. We're going out tomorrow instead) I now have 4, count em, 4 boxes packed. 3 of them are crafty, one business. progress is slow, but happening.
That's not the point.
I was thinking about it, and I'm not sure why it didn't hit me before. Maybe it was something in the strains of Guns N Roses that triggered the thoughts.
I have lived alone, completely alone, for the first time in many years for a year and a half. During that time, I dated one fella, but I have also spent a lot of time by myself. That's not the point. The point is that I think somewhere in there, my life went right side up again and I didn't even notice. And that's totally cool. While I may not particularly FEEL like packing up the potato heads, it's time for me to move on the the next phase of my life.
I don't think moving on is ever easy, but I am excited about the destination. And days like today, I can't wait for new things to start. I'm looking forward to snowboarding all winter. To living where there is snow. SNOW! I'm looking forward to new people and new opportunities. To learning who at my new job drives me crazy. (It was one of THOSE days).Sure, the packing is daunting. But I feel like I am back on track after being derailed for a few years. and that, my friends, is my triumph for the day.