Springtime, Real Time

Occasionally, my blog calls to me, and today it called to me exactly three months after I last posted.

Forgive me.  I have been remiss.

However, life has been moving at quite a clip these last months.  I’ve picked up some more clients, dropped some others, and made some valuable contacts.  I’ve attended fashion shows, Broadway productions, and more meetings than I can count.

I feel confident.  Sure.  Ready.  Is this what being an adult feels like?

Who knows.  But so far, 2016 has been pretty damn good.  Let’s keep it up.

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.