I have no idea where to begin tonight’s blog. My next ’30 Days’ topic isn’t one I want to tackle right now – not hiding from it, just one of those I don’t know how to write about and would rather skip (but I won’t).
This morning was weird. My other half has been hormonal lately. And no, I’m not being chauvinist – there’s WAY more to that story, I assure you. We’ll get to all that another time – over tea or something. Anyway, she even cried a little as I held her in bed. She’s in a complicated place at the moment. And I don’t think there’s anything I can do about it. And I guess that has to be okay. One thing I’ve been trying to work on within myself is realizing that when someone around me has a problem or brings a problem to me, I don’t have to take it on and immediately try to help solve it. Sometimes the best (and/or only) thing to do is simply listen and be there for moral support. I don’t even have to proactively offer advice, only if asked. Most people who are just being dramatic bring you problems because they’re hoping you’ll give them advice on how to fix it. People who are legitimately hurting from something may not even want advice – even if they feel like they do – but rather, may just want someone to vent to, or someone to give two shits for a moment.
So far I suppose it’s working, because I am catching myself thinking about offering a solution, then realizing that I don’t have to and taking another tactic.
But, all in all she’s fine now. She had a good rest all day (she’s a night owl) and is currently listening to Arabic music and doing a little living room dancing. This is part of why I love her.
We had a little talk about a big topic we’d been entertaining last fall. It came up this morning, after I was supremely inspired by a friend’s post on Facebook about an adventure. I won’t go into any more detail just yet, as I don’t know where (if anywhere) this is going yet. Anyway, the talk about reassessing that situation turned into not talking about it right now because we don’t want to just “talk about talking about it.” If it’s going to happen, it’s going to happen. More to come, in some fashion I’m sure.
That turned my mood right around this morning though, after getting that dose of inspiration from my friend’s words. I sent wifey a text, and a suggestion to discuss this evening. I went from my solemn, blue mood to a much happier place.
In other news, the weekend’s almost upon us. I need to get BUSY with some creative projects on my plate – I’ve been asked by a friend to do a commissioned piece (paintings), another friend to work on an image for an outdoor sign for his restaurant, and I have a poetry/art book project I’m in the middle of, as well as editing photos for a photography book. Ugh! I wish I could devote my full-time attention to these matters – but then, I’m sure most artists do. But, alas, I must keep a day job. Luckily it’s one I do well and like, so I ain’t complainin’ too much.