A while back a friend of mine posted on Facebook that she found a little green caterpillar in some broccoli she was eating, and after putting it in a jar and
So for the past month and a half that I've been away ignoring my blog, it's been because I am nutrient soup. I am a walking, talking, breathing, sleeping cocoon held together by my pale, varicose vein-ridden hide. I sleep all the time, I've put on weight, I neglect housework, I make macaroni and cheese for dinner, I don't shower every day.
I'm not me.
But something is teeming inside; my nutrient soup is starting to solidify, molecule by molecule. My soup stage hasn't been completely for naught - I have been trying to figure out my being like never before. I met someone. Yes, I have a boyfriend. We went to the same elementary school for a few years, then he moved away and came back for a couple years of high school. I didn't know him really well then, but I knew him. We reconnected a bit ago and instantly formed an incredible bond.
He is living out-of-state at the moment but will be relocating back to Cody soon, and we have talked of combining our families (he is also raising a son and daughter on his own), possibly adding to the brood, maybe marriage, maybe not.
This relationship and its possibilities have been ingredients to the soup - am I ready to share my life with a man again? Am I ready to commit to him forever? Is he THE ONE? Hell, so much about him is different than who I usually go for. I've always been attracted to the ones who have the walls built up, who are angry at life, who had the tendencies to be assholes. Not this time. This time I threw caution to the wind and accepted someone into my life who is full of love, who is anything and everything I have ever looked for in a man, who has no walls I have to fight through.
My rebuilding isn't only about finding love, but finding the right direction in which to take my education, biting the bitter pill that what I thought I would love doing (film production) has left me completely unfulfilled. It's also about putting my physical self back together, finding an exercise program that I enjoy, that I can be patient with myself with in order to take good care of my whole self. It's been a slow, piece-by-piece process that has required sleep, and thought, and deep introspection, and sometimes cookies and milk instead of lunch.
So who knows who will emerge from this cocoon - maybe a new wife and mother, maybe an author, maybe a crack whore. Maybe all of the above.
Only time will tell.
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