Writing, Cohabitation, and Long Weekends

I’ve been making a more concerted effort to do more writing related things. Usually I have to get hyped up like a football player at a pre game pep rally before I can sit down and write. To do that, I buy or reread one of the many books on writing that get my blood and passion for writing moving again. This time is no different. I’ve been spending a lot of time reading and some writing. I’ve taken a few pit stops to get my social media life in order.

If you are a regular here, you will notice a new look on the page. I think it’s more user friendly, and a little less boring than the original (or so I’ve been told). If you scroll down to the bottom of each post if you are on mobile, you can donate all the money so I can travel and write (what? a girl can dream!). There is also an email list you can get on if you don’t want to sign up for a WordPress account. The email subscription will only alert you when I post something new. No spam will come from filling that out. I promise.

Also, I’ve (re)created a Facebook page that will also be used to share my writing and other fun stuff. While I do know that I don’t have 10 million followers or anything right now, I’m optimistic that I will before it’s all said and done. Even if I have to pay you to follow me after I win the lottery. I’m not above bribery.

So the page will be changing some but it should be fairly painless.

I hope everybody had a great holiday yesterday if you celebrated. I labored on labor day weekend, by helping Flea Market Guy do yard work. As you may know (and if you don’t just go back and catch up), FMG and I are shacked up right now while he gets sober.

There still are no clear terms on what “this” is, but I had an epiphany of sorts or maybe I’m just taking Super Therapist’s advice and just worrying about today. I think that is the addict’s credo too. “Let’s just get through today.” So that’s what I’ve been doing. Not worrying about tomorrow or yesterday. I’m just worrying about today. And the last few today’s have been pretty good.

FMG is sober and loving. He’s still full of nervous energy, which he has used to clean the shed and get rid of some brush. He worked the holiday so I finished burning the brush. I’m a fan of all things pyro related so it was nice to sit by a fire for a few hours today. Plus there is nothing like the smell of a campfire to ease your troubled soul.

It’s been a while since I’ve lived with a human that I didn’t give birth to and I don’t hate it. I’m not sure if it’s because he and I are so compatible, if it’s because none of his stuff is here yet except for the spare animals, or if we are just doing our own thing and not getting in each other’s way. I don’t really know. Nor do I care. So far, it’s working.

How’s that old saying go, “if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it?” The irony of that is that we are both broken in our own way, but together we function as a whole person. So fingers crossed that it will continue to move in a positive direction, but if it doesn’t, I’ve already made up my mind that it will be OK.

We have little rituals that we do together on a regular basis. Showering together. Going to bed around the same time. Reading together. Actually, he reads to me. He’s really good at it and it makes me happy. We wake up early and have a nice conversation before starting our day. It’s kind of like we’ve been doing this for years even though it’s only been days.

I’m still on guard. I would go as far as to say I’m pessimistic about the whole thing, but I do feel like I’m waiting for some invisible “other shoe” to drop. But I’m staying positive and just letting life happen. I think that’s all we can do sometimes. So I guess I’ll continue to stay in that camp for a while.

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