In other news, I am excited about New Brunswick. Last night I was literally crawling out of my skin with itchy feet (terrible imagery and metaphors there - forgive me)...I am yearning to move again...5 years here is far too long...however, Jennifer is here. So therein was my dilemma. I realised with her calming words and her patience that it's all about the antsyness of what has happened and since my Russian mob gig ended, I have not really been myself. I do ache to be watching the twins grow up I must confess but I think once I am back on my feet I know I will be back to my old self somewhat. I do need a shift in something but I know that the only thing that must shift is my cognitive processing of everything. As a great advocate of cognitive behavioral therapy I know I should be practicing what I preach.
So there you have it. Not the most thrilling of posts by yours truly but a post nonetheless (done with a splitting headache which may have to do with the abundance of muffins I have been inhaling since Jenn embarked on some baking, bless her!). It could also have to do with Jennifer and I highlighting my hair this evening . . . it was quite lovely - we were like 18th century ladies who sew, read ( and er stuff) in the drawing room of some manor (think Jane Austen with lesbians)...except we were doing my hair with a $15 frosting kit and watching old episodes of CSI..oh how times of being a lady have changed.
Until soon - J
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