Last year, I didn’t even try to do or be anything. For the most part, I settled. I accepted where I was, what I did, what my everyday looked like. I didn’t have aims to be anything or anybody. I didn’t call the shots and I just went where people dragged me. It was both exhausting and uplifting, good and bad.
It’s kind of a challenge being positive today as I’m nursing really bad stomach cramps due to my period. But it might not be that bad – I just don’t get cramps so maybe I’m not used to the feeling.
Anyway, bad stuff aside, it was quite a weekend for me. Albeit having to spend a couple of days by myself almost the entire day everyday, I got to take advantage of those days by spending time with my guy.
Once or twice in your life, you will have a partner who’s a musician. I’m not saying it’s bound to happen, but it often does. I never understood the hype with that (I’m soooo hooked on guys who are musically inclined!!! Ughh!!! Swoon! Heart eyes!) until I got myself a boyfriend who is… you guessed it, a musician. All throughout their gigs, I never missed an event but one. I also attend their practices/jams sometimes. If you don’t know how it feels to be a musician’s partner, I’m here to spill the beans – good and bad.