Probably a really silly thing to write about, given how many individuals exchange affection on a constant basis: I experienced my first intimate moment with another person recently after what seemed like an eternity.
Been meaning to write and kept putting it off and/or forgetting to due to life. Had a much-needed talk with the ex, earned a promotion at work, maintained a consistent workout pattern, started a garden, and said no to numerous pizza temptations.
I’ve noticed I’m lugging this suitcase of resentment around with me. Oddly enough it seems to be getting lighter compared to last week, but it’s still there.
Just spent the weekend watching my ex’s dog while she was up north with her mom. The the dog watching thing was pre-breakup planned and went pretty smoothly as it has the 20’s of times I’ve done it while she’s been away.
She came back last night, worked a night shift right after getting off the airplane, and made a plan to pick up more of her stuff/the dog this morning after her shift.
She just left and I feel somber about it. Like I’m on the border of upset or sad but not fully there yet. I asked her if I could help her pack up and she told me “it wasn’t my responsibility anymore”.
I was lent (and then gifted) Foreigner’s Foreigner, Double Vision, and 4 albums on vinyl and spent the better parts of the past week listening to them.
My mom got me into classic rock starting when I was about 7, and they’ve been, by far, my favourite music group. In all those years, I never actually listened to the vocals. This is somewhat true for most music I enjoy, the melody and beat are generally what drive my interest.
Man, I really hate to write that as the title .. nothing else perfectly describes my last relationship.
I’ve actually been putting off writing this for a bit; my mind goes bananas any time I try to figure out where to start.
A person really close to me died in November 2012. His name was Jim and he was the closest thing I had to a dad.
I was encouraged to start writing about my emotions as a means to facilitate my emotional expression regarding loss and grief. I’ve never kept a journal nor really taken the time to really think about how I feel about certain things, and I think this is going to be beneficial exercise.
Starting to do the above was actually the motivator to moving my site to a new host, which was quite a bit of fun and will save me about 120 a year on hosting fees, so a plus on multiple levels.
I’m going to tag posts related to this subject with ‘therapy’ so they’re easily searchable (or avoidable).