Curves. As In Balls.

Talk about putting my head in the sand! Seriously don't know where the past 6 months went. As life is want to do...there has been much change. Let's do some filler, shall we?

Boyfriend injured his knee at work in March and went on invalid mode. No driving, no stairs, no work. Bright side? We were able to see each other much more. Dark side? Homie doesn't do sitting around very well. We officially went from the sweet nothing-can-upset-me stage into this-shit-just-got-real stage. Which is a really beautiful stage but it's not always an easy one. Luckily, I chose a kick ass man who may butt heads with me but will also say "I'm sorry" when wrong and who loves me without a doubt.

In April, my roomie decided to move to New York giving me two weeks to figure out just what I was going to do. Guys, I'm a wedding planner by trade which means that I'm a planner in life, too. I had a timeline...another year at the apartment, nice and slow before honey & I moved in together, give my dream of living in SF a little extra time...yada, yada, yada. Curve balls and I detest one another. Which is exactly what I had been given since the roomie had, on multiple occasions, told my man that I wasn't allowed to move for a long time. Needless to say, it was a rough transition.

Things always work out, don't they? Honey and I moved in together and have been navigating the challenges that life and relationships send your way. We have a lot to learn about one another and relating to the opposite sex. Hence why I just bought "Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Venus". Stop laughing. I have no idea what makes you men tick. Why do you go into "bunker" mode when you're stressed? And why did God make it so that when I'm stressed all I want to do is talk about it? Ultimate irony! So I'm determined to understand it and make it my bitch, so to say.

We are still going through transition but thankfully, and a hearty knock on wood, things have quieted down. I'm not going to say that I am completely comfortable or okay but...I'm learning that it's okay not to have everything tucked neatly into a plan. Life happens and you gotta just put your hands up and give a wholehearted "Let's do this!".

Thankful. Blessed. Loved. What could be wrong?