Been to the beach. Destin, to be exact, with a side trip to Panama City (Margaritaville!) and a side trip to Grayton Beach (Red Bar! And art galleries!). Broke my lent buying lots of shoes and a few needed accessories (silver chains, floppy hat, visors) and one unneeded accessory (a rhinestone toe ring).
Became officially single. I’m happy that it’s officially over, but sad that it’s actually over. The Boyfriend and I had four good years together. It’s a shame he doesn’t think of himself as the marrying kind, because he and I worked spledidly together (for the most part, let’s just say it was as close to my dreams as reality would allow). But I have to remind myself if we were to get married, there was no chance of me having a baby. Ever. And as much as being a parent means more to me than raising a child from the newborn stage, I would be lying if I said I didn’t ever want that. I can make my peace with not ever having a newborn, but I would be wrong to not try to give myself that opportunity. Also, he would have had to deal with what it means to him to be married, and to him, that’s not a good thing. So, I no longer have two stepsons. And I no longer have six cats. And I no longer have a boyfriend to help make my house feel ike home.
I have been to Auburn quite a few times. Okay, I’ve basically lived in Auburn the past month and been to Birmingham only to work, host a baby shower, and celebrate my birthday.
I have spent time with a certain old neighbor who crossed me back in August. It was a good few hours. Just like old times. And then he’s acting strange again. Oh, well.
I have met another person. Not that it’s going to go anywhere, but at least I have taken the first couple of steps towards moving on again.
I have dyed my hair, mostly normal old black, but this time I got a little crazy and put some purple in there.
I have gotten inked again. Picasso’s Blue Dove on my left shoulder. Got my peace dove and my nod to art all in one. And while I’m on the subject, let me recommend Aaron at Aerochild in Birmingham. He did a great job, I took it “like a man” in the sense that I barely winced, but let’s be honest here – women can really take the pain, so I actually took it like a woman! The tattoo was only red just after getting it, and I never bruised or felt discomfort as it healed. It hardly itched, as well, which was a huge relief.
I have been accepted to massage school, and will begin on Monday. Another check in the box for me taking control of my life and moving forward.
I have started a new medicine that isn’t actually fixing all my problems, like we thought it might.
And finally, I have pretty much decided to go ahead and move into my mom’s house while I finish massage school and get the townhome rented out. I love the townhome, but it’s really big and lonely without The Boyfriend and his half of the cats. If I was really ready to let it go, it would be going on the market for sale. So, never say never, but it seems like it’s time to end the era of living alone. We shall see what God has in store. :)
