Sunday, August 10

Glue

In eight months, I will be turning 30.

[insert tear drop here]

There is not a hint of joke here. I really do not think I am prepared for what is to come. I am still learning how to be mindful. Experiencing the here and now. Looking inwardly and being self aware. Noticing my temperament more. 

I had dim sum with my boyfriend and his dad today. 

Let that thought sink in for a little bit longer. 

There. 

I am also living with his parents. 

Now that thought has jerked a smile on my face. 

We get along well. For one, we speak the same language. And they actually let me blabber my airy fairy optimism. 

I burped in front of his mum the other day. Farts, I will probably reserve post-6 years from now.

As with every relationship, it has its disagreements and emotional upheavals but I am committed to work through them.

Perhaps if I stopped focusing on the inevitable and started living, I would probably be less stressed out. 

To the small things that make the big things... make sense. 

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