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Something Better Down the Road

My husband returned home from a full day out at the property. He’d been on the tractor all day smoothing dirt and getting ready for more to arrive. When he came in, we chatted as he bathed. Our conversation was a bit uncomfortable and lacked its usual flow like neither of us were interested or perhaps crazy about what the other was saying. I understood him at least, yet I questioned whether he understood me.

Sensing the dissonance, I hopped off the counter and went back to the living room to read giving him the space to both finish his bath and decide to join me. I waited 10 minutes, then 20. At some point I did see him walk by the open bedroom door which meant he did know where I was.

Back Into Her Own

I’ve been so proud of myself for writing every single day. I have to admit that on days like today where I have no sex to talk about and no major issues to divulge, it seems silly to even open the computer, but write I must.

Choosing to write everyday is like choosing to make love everyday. It’s deciding what you want and keeping your eye on the ball, staying focused, and not letting the fear of imperfection sway you. Inaction is the only thing that will now disappoint me, and that’s the failure to limit distractions and reach my goals. Consistency is a skill I must build.

My Bustling Cackle

We laid in bed last night connecting. I told my husband my big dreams again, this time clearer than ever before. “I want to have a late night talk show with lots of laughs and drama and glam and fun,” I beamed looking up at the ceiling fan in our dimly lit room. “It’ll be a weekly show, well written by strong yet fiercely feminine women and distributed on Netflix or Hulu or something like that. Our audience will be professional women who are seeking more joy in life.”

He might have fallen asleep somewhere between women and joy, but my bustling cackle of a laugh stirred him back to our room and into the conversation. “Oh yeah?” his automatic reply, “Sounds like you’re getting ready to leave me!”

Heavenly Redemption

The veil of sadness has lifted and the sails of happy are back at full mast. Now that the blood of life is seeping out of my body releasing toxic energy in her wake, the world is bright once more.

After dinner last night a realization about pleasure hit me like a ton of bricks. I was cooking our food, fully enjoying the moment, dancing to the music and tasting the dishes as they simmered. All of the boys were at martial arts class, including my husband, and I looked forward to their return so we could all eat and I could hear all about it. As soon as they came through the door, though, my mood shifted and I instantly felt annoyed.