I realize something about myself this past week. I love change. It is why my longest relationship with a man lasted only 9 years. I hate routine. Except when it comes to Brian, of which I could endure endless days of Mr. Alton's Biology class dialog (which put me to sleep in the first ten minutes of class) for the next 7 years if it is what Brian needed. But for anyone else, forget about it.
Now that my x is running his business out of his home and I can hang in mine and hang at Steph's I am loving the change in routine. I actually ran around my living room naked this morning... just to run around my living room naked.
I pause to think of people living together in the same place for 30 years and I shudder... the same job ... ick. Maybe this is also why I love to write ... to be able to think of something different ... to look at life from distinct angles. I am lucky too ... as I am not tied to a husband who checks-out by watching endless hours of TV, or playing some video game, or online poker. I think I'd find a young lover and never come home.
Sometimes under stress we forget just how lucky we are, until the clouds have begun to pass and the sunlight peaks it's way through.
Change and nakedness. Hmmmmmmmm
It must be the holidays.
Until next time-
C
