There's nothing much terribly new, I suppose.
I'd like to trade this body in for one that's less irksome - mine has been nothing but problematic lately, and I'm terrified I'm going to wake up unable to get out of bed one of these mornings. It's only happened once or twice before, and merited chiropractic care - I'd just rather not go through that again.
"If you feel we've hit a rut, I get it."
Maybe he does understand that I need a certain amount of variance - that routine is good and safe and comfortable and makes me feel secure, right up until it doesn't. Right up until it's suffocating and boring and I want nothing to do with it whatsoever. I'm not there yet, but I'm getting there - perhaps the week off will do us some good; I know I'm getting ready to shake up our typical routine, and he doesn't seem to mind the idea.
I'm finally getting to the point where money trouble is becoming a thing of vague memory, rather than an everyday panic. It's strange, and I'm not sure how I'm handling it - I'm used to everything being difficult, financially. To realize that's not the case anymore is very strange for me. I'm not complaining about it, merely remarking upon the oddity. |
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