It’s funny, for the first time in years I feel like there is so much going on in my life, and yet I don’t want to write about any of it.
I don’t think I’m overly busy. I’m still doing the work/school thing. I’m still in a relatively new relationship. And I’m still trying to balance all those things with minimal success. There’s a lot going on, and at the same time, there’s nothing to talk about.
Since I last posted there have been trips to the beach.
And my complete refusal to wear anything other than leggings to work.
I just haven’t felt the need to write about any of it.
I don’t know. Maybe it’s because for the first time I don’t have any emotional turmoil going on. I’m pretty content with the way my life is. It’s far from perfect – I’m still broke, and a bit of a basket case – but for once I’m not worried how things are going to turn out. I know what I want for my life, and I know how I’m going to get there. So maybe that’s why I have so little to talk about these days.
Or maybe, because this is me we’re talking about, its because I have something so good right now that I just don’t want to share it.