Monday, Monday

I’m slowly waking up this morning to the sound of happy birds outside the boy’s open window.  He has just left for work, my coffee is in the kitchen brewing, and here I am making lists at 7am.  Let’s call it getting a head start instead of weirdness, deal?

I’ll drink my coffee while watching some videos and cruising the internets before hitting the road for home, where I have a full day of writing, marketing, emailing, and Walden walking.  I should probably also keep unpacking and cleaning, too, as well as do some laundry.  It’s a small, quiet life, but I like it.

I’ve been feeling some tremendous amounts of unease and stress lately, but I’ve made some concrete decisions for 2016 that will, hopefully, make me feel like that a lot less.  Facing 30 will do that to you, I suppose.

Some melancholy thoughts for this cold January Monday, but what can you do.  My coffee is waiting for me, and these emails and stories won’t write themselves.

Until, dear friends.

Happy New Year

I started this year alone in my tiny, third floor apartment with some semblance of a writing plan.  I end it here, in my new, larger apartment, a solid plan for 2016, and a love waiting for me to finish my work.

I traveled to Chattanooga, Pawley’s Island, and Dragon Con.  I wrote some things I was proud of.  I learned how a simple email can take you to places you never thought you’d be.  I found the love of my life.

On the flip side, I got bronchitis again.  I cracked a rib.  I suffered through some pretty nasty migraines.  I ran out of money, time, and patience, on more than one occasion.  My apartment flooded within days of moving in.

So here I sit, wasabi dried on my fingers from a fast sushi lunch, Walden napping beside me and the cats prowling around the apartment, sending out those last few emails of 2015.  It wasn’t a banner year, and things didn’t happen the way I planned.  But, let’s be real, when does life ever work out the way you want it to?

Here’s to bigger and better things in 2016.  Happy New Year, friends.  Your future is whatever you make it…so make it a good one.

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Merry Something

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Why, yes, it is December.  I’m slightly dumbfounded at how quickly this year has passed.  Wasn’t it just yesterday I was planning my 2015, signing contracts and taking bubble baths?

Today has been a good day, despite waking up with a headache.

I visited the doctor, who told me that my incessant coughing isn’t the same sickness that had me down for two months back in 2013.  Instead, my lungs are burdened with an upper respiratory infection that should clear itself within three weeks.  Here’s hoping.  I’m currently lying in bed waiting for my first dose of hydrocodone to kick in.  Let’s hope it also kicks this cough’s ass to the curb.  My muscles hurt.

I also finished unpacking my kitchen and started on my closet, linens, and bathroom things.  I think the general mess of packed things contributed to my recent unsettled feelings, but things are on the up and up.  I also hung my curtains, which of course are too short now that my ceilings are taller and windows larger.

I also unpacked my scale, and on a whim of dare and courage, I stepped on.  Seems I’ve lost weight, completely by accident, in recent months.  Huzzah!  I celebrated with yet another cup of hot tea and a clementine.  I suppose that’s one upside to being sick – a complete loss of appetite and marked increase in healthy liquids of all kinds.  Last time I had bronchitis my skin looked amazing, only because of my constant diet of ice water, hot tea, and soup.  Gotta look on the bright side, folks.

And finally, I sent a proposal to a potential new client without batting an eye.  I think proposals might be one of my favorite parts of the job, if only because I like to point out people’s grammar, punctuation, and content mistakes.  Business is booming, and I’m finally feeling settled.  If my calculations are correct, 2016 will be the best year yet.

But alas, it’s still 2015, and I have projects to finish tomorrow so sleep is imminent.  Time to watch YouTube videos and lull myself to the land of nod.  Happy December, friends.  Have a holly jolly kind of week.

…And I’m Moving On

Whoever coined the term bittersweet was a genius.  Today, I left my tiny apartment for a bigger, more adult two-bedroom down the road.  Logically, it was past time to upgrade.  Emotionally, however, I wasn’t fully ready to let go.

I moved into that third floor one-bedroom freshly single, still stinging and nervous to start fresh.  It was my first time living alone.  I spent my days working at Muffley and my nights overlooking a beautiful forest where, in the winter, you could see all the way to the road and watch the stoplight blink from red to green.  I started my first business in that apartment, read too many books, drank too much wine, watched a lot of Gilmore Girls, and found love again.

I’m not the same person who stepped through that door for the first time two years ago.  I, and my life, outgrew that small place.  And while I miss it already, it’s high time to move on.

I’m probably the only girl in the world who will write a eulogy for an apartment, but I don’t care.  Inanimate objects or not, they can still mean something to you.

So I’ll spend my time now in my large, spacious office overlooking the greenspace.  I’ll wake up with coffee in the sunroom, have dinner in my dining room.  Maybe I’ll start another business.  Regardless, it’s time to walk through the door to the next phase of life.

Happy Friday, y’all.  Make it a good one.

Novembering

November is arguably my favorite month.  Especially this year, as Halloween was on overdrive and I’m kind of glad it’s over for another year.

The Halloween party, however, was a smashing success.  However, I feel like I’m getting old, as I got so sleepy that I had to go to bed before everyone left.  I also considered telling all the trick-or-treaters to get off the lawn.  Old lady, party of 1.

This year, November brings changes and first times and other exciting things.

For instance, Thanksgiving will be spent with my man at a cabin nestled deep in the Great Smoky Mountains.  Luckily, there will be cable television and a stove/oven, so I can both watch the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade and make dinner.  While this will be my first time creating a Thanksgiving dinner from scratch by myself, there are concessions – Nanna will be making her famous (and my favorite) cornbread dressing earlier in the week, so we can tote it along with us.  Some things are sacred, and can not be messed with.

The Wood Brothers are celebrating their newest album release at the Buckhead Theatre in a few weeks, and Justin and I will be there.  I’ve been itching to introduce him to this band for months now; there is no better concert than a Wood Brothers concert.

Late November will also bring a walking Oglethorpe tour.  In the past months, I’ve spent numerous evenings volunteering at the Ogle and have chattered endlessly to Justin about it.  It’s time he had a tour, Starbucks coffee in hand, gorgeous leaves falling all around us.

And, as an aside, my first trip to Vegas is planned for January!  A few days after the new year, the man and I will jet off to the west and indulge in delicious restaurants and site-seeing.  I will, of course, indulge in the swimming pool, gym, and spa while he attends conferences during the day, but that’s neither here nor there.  Life with this man is an adventure, and I’m loving every minute of it.

Readers, I’m off to do a strange combination of work, make lists, and clean.  Seems my life is always coming back to those three things…and I couldn’t be more satisfied.