I am always busy—I mean really busy. But right now I am extra busy. For the first time in a very long time I am making my personal life a priority. I didn’t realize how hard it would be. It’s hard to walk away from my desk when I know there are unfinished projects. But I’m doing it, I’m walking away sometimes.
That’s not to say that my projects aren’t getting done, because they are. But there has been a lot of late night computing going on. Sacrificing my sleep is a small price to pay.
My friends have been commenting about a goofy grin on my face for no reason. I know the reason, he has a name. My friends know his name, but I haven’t filled them on the rest. He knows how to make me smile—a lot. My friends have seen me go thru my share of boys, but they have never seen me like this so they don’t even think my man has anything to do with it. I’m gonna let my friends speculate for a little while longer. They are all full of questions about anything and everything trying to figure out what is going on with me. And I am not giving anything up and giving vague answers to probing questions. It’s driving them all crazy, but I’m having fun with it.
Maybe this goes back to a previous post I wrote about how I never write about the happy things in my life out of fear that they may disappear. Well, now it changes. I’m writing about it and it’s not going to disappear.