I’m addicted to living in the now but still so obsessed with having things to look forward to. I literally always have a mental countdown going.

So much to look forward to.

I can’t even remember when I started that tradition. Pretty sure it was the trip he took right after we signed the lease in our first apartment together. We literally signed, moved some things in, and the he was gone. I finished up with help. Celebrated when he came home.

Every time he’s back in town no matter the duration we pop bottles. Cause we’re fancy. That’s jokes y’all. Truth is I just like having things to look forward to. I love surprises. I love surprising him. It’s so easy. He never expects anything.

I’m a giver. Or I have been a giver. No I’m still a giver. I’m just more selfish now. More selfish with myself. She’s kind of my favorite person these days. Y’all just don’t get it and that is fine with me.

The next time someone asks me what it is I actually do with my life now besides get naked I need to make a point to laugh instead of feel slighted. Usually I go on this silly explanation of my day to day but it just isn’t that serious.

I’m enjoying this freedom. That’s what it is. It’s not “bravery” it’s not “confidence” it is literally me shedding some layers and really living. Breathing. Enjoying my life. Cheers!