Twitter Reminds Me To Breathe

I just checked my Twitter…I’ve been remiss as of late. My last tweet was 15 days ago.

FIFTEEN DAYS AGO.

this is significant, why? Because that was the first full day with Boyfriend. I was on the couch with the Emmys and pizza and him and I was happy.

FIFTEEN DAYS AGO.

This weekend was nuts. The last two weekends have been nuts. I’ve worked events both Saturday nights. There hasn’t been much room for socializing. I’ve become very aware at how many changes I’ve been going through. and I began to hyperventilate a little.

Lotta changes.
Quitting the smoking. again. I can’t get on birth control until I do. I’m to old. (insert any remark you feel here. God knows I have)
Lot’s of change comes along with that, physically, psychologically, bla bla bla. But I’m doing good.

We drove around and looked at houses in Batshitcrazytown this weekend. I’m having a little panic about that move. But we both agreed on a new house. We’ll build a new house in one of the new neighborhoods…and that’s nice. We really are on the same page about the big things.

I was there all weekend long and I have to say, I was happy to come home last night. I’ve been tired and missing my livestock, and worried about Kizz and thinking about the weather…(it’s birthday weather here. mine. gerts. chromes. mgirls. and it’s pretty powerful) and I have to say I felt a little guilty at feeling so good about being home.
and I wonder, Wha? Who? When? Wha???? OH MY GOD?!?!?!?!

and then I sign onto Twitter and I see that it’s only been

FIFTEEN DAYS.

and I get another cuppa joe and sip and enjoy the way life rolls around. and I start to concentrate on merging these two things in my head. and I can breathe a little easier.