Have you ever written a blog post only to have it fall flat on its face?
Yeah, I think that’s what happened with my last post.
I’m a lot snarkier in real life than I am in writer form. Being funny, in my experience, is not an easy task to pull off in written form. Or maybe I’m just a tough customer, because a lot of things that other people say are “so funny” don’t make me laugh out loud. Paul would probably tell you that I think I’m funnier than I really am; he often accuses me of making “Mom jokes.” Guilty as charged!
Anyway, so back to the subject of that last post: spending all my free time with Paul. The truth is that I am feeling a mix of emotions about our time together, but the prevailing feeling is one of happiness. I feel a bit guilty about our time together, as I have so many other things that I probably should be doing, including job applications, blogging, and catching up around my apartment. My should list is long, but being with him feels so good and so right that I kinda push those shoulds to the side so that we can be together.
To be fair, we have been out of town a lot: at least two weekends a month for the last three months, including this one. I can be a lot more productive and spend time with Paul if our travel schedule slows down, which it might (perhaps?) in December or January. It’s really the travel that is sucking up all my time. The irony is that we are both self-professed homebodies! We love cooking together and staying in to watch our shows. I love slowing down with him.
Paul and I are coming up on nine months together this week. I get kinda teary-eyed when I think about it. Meeting him was the single best thing that happened to me this year, and I can’t really imagine my life without him now. Have you ever heard someone say, “When you know, you know?” Meaning that when the time and the relationship are right, you don’t need to spend your time hemming and hawing over whether you’ve found a life companion. You just know. That is how I feel about Paul, and as much as I am a skeptic about everything, I don’t feel skeptical about us. I just feel right.
I may be snarky about my unfinished to-do list, but my gratitude for love runs deep. Outwardly pragmatic but secretly romantic, I am a very lucky lady.