holding on

Over the past few months, I have tried to subscribe to the idea that all I need to do is put my faith in the universe and know that everything happens for a reason. I may not understand why things are happening but I can't stop them. Life will align itself as it should.  This has never been more difficult to grasp than now. 

The relocation of Sir Bubs to Denver has really thrown a wrench into my daily life.  No longer do I have sloppy kisses on my cheek every afternoon after work, or a smiling cuddle buddy in bed.  I feel like I am missing my other half.  Its a difficult thing to describe.  Its not like we spent hours upon hours each work touring the city, eating grand meals and sampling the latest greatest drink menus - but we did do almost everything together.  Gym, laundry, tv watching, napping...these have all become solo activities.  On the one hand, I feel completely lost trying to plan drinks with friends and still buy the groceries and keep the bathroom clean.  But on the other, the prospect of living alone and living only for myself is exciting.  No one is going to nag me about the socks on the floor, or drinking that unnecessary 3rd glass of wine. 

Trying to keep focus on the bigger picture is difficult.  This wasn't a planned move, or an ideal change, but it is life.  I've found the less I try to control life, and the more I roll with it, the easier it is - and the happier I am.  This is a new life adventure and I'm hangin on for the ride.