It’s been forever since I blogged. I’ve thought about it. Really, I have. But I just haven’t done it. I’ve been too busy living my life to write about it. That sounds harsh, and that’s not how I intended it. For a week, though, it was really nice to be so wrapped up in everything I was doing to have time to stop and write about it.
Last weekend, I finally realized that I was jealous of Justin. He gets to travel occasionally for work, goes to the gym after work without a two-year-old, and ventures to Boston College twice a week for class. And my jealousy was killing me, making me angry and unfair. Once I realized this was what was going on, I was able to articulate my feelings to Justin. And you know what? He heard me.
I spent Saturday night at a movie – all by myself. Well, almost all by myself. I had a whole row of four seats to myself until five minutes before the movie started. Someone asked me if the two seats by the aisle were taken, and I said no. Then she plopped herself down right next to me. No buffer seat. No friend meeting her later. And she was an enthusiastic movie watcher – nearly jumping out of her seat every time something was funny, loudly commenting her disbelief. I wasn’t sure if I should be irritated or enjoy feeling like I was watching the movie with someone who was my friend, someone who so unabashedly enjoyed life. Or at least a movie. But, I was a little irritated.
More entries to follow on how I actually lived the past week.