I’ve been busy lately, and for once, it has been less about work and more about life. And changing and growing and learning and knowing and things that are new. And people that are new. Things that may be right and good, but feel wrong, so how do you really know unless you make a leap of faith?
One day, I’ll be able to tell you about these things in a less vague and ramble-y sort of way, but until then, you will just have to trust me when I say that I am embarking on my next great adventure and it is so good.
I’m starting to get regular days off at work again and am slowly rediscovering my social life. And my love of Crown Royal. (Stop judging. I earned this.) I just spent two days indulging in sloth and fun and alcohol and fantastic food that I did not have to cook or clean up. I can’t say more than that right now, and it pains me.
Why all the “secrecy”? Really not much of a secret. Pretty much everyone knows who I was with and where I was and what went down, but I find that dwelling on things too much tends to jinx them. So, this is officially a No Dwelling Zone. For the time being anyway.
Besides, I have a lot to figure out and someone’s going to get hurt, but at least all involved are aware of the potential for intense emotional trauma. So nobody can say that they weren’t warned or were caught unawares or any of that nonsense.
If there’s one thing I can say about myself, it’s that my Crazy is always on prominent display. So no one can blame me when they end up embroiled in drama and intense emotional turmoil. Or they can. But they’ll just look stupid. Because, hello? You were fucking warned.
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