Do I really know anything? I don’t think so. I am winging it this life.
I went and looked at a house today. I really liked it and it is almost perfect, there is no dishwasher or garbage disposal but this one has central air? It’s located right next to my cousin and his wife, I don’t think I could get better neighbors. Now it’s just the waiting game, they have a few more showings and then they will make their decision. If it doesn’t work out then it’s not where I am supposed to be. The landlords seem nice…..only time will tell. I was going to post pictures but I don’t want to jinx it.
It still feels really short. It’s only hair, it will grow back. The cut is not bad, it’s just short. Did I mention it was short? Just checking.
The kids are at their dads tonight so it’s just me and my thoughts. I have to let go and move forward, the only holding me back is my own fear. I know right on the other side of my fear is something awesome, it’s getting there that is tricky.
I added another part of Nessa’s story (Charlie’s very good friend) the other day, so that feels pretty awesome. I always get excited when I add another element to the story. This was a combination of physical responses to unwanted interactions with certain individuals and a project that PT had worked on in the past that I would like to try and duplicate. When PT helps me with the project she will help add to the story. Cryptic, right? It’s not really, I just promised to not post her project, trust me it’s amazing.
I am off to do something constructive to help keep my mind off of life. Fingers crossed that things work out sooner than later…..Zia