Another sublime weekend
Apr. 1st, 2012 07:56 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thrihyrneI spend every weekend with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
evannichols now, from Friday afternoon (or evening, if he has "Dudes' Night" beforehand) until Sunday around 5:00. It's become quite hallowed time, though of course we do our own things like phone calls, internet time, and since I often find it hard to go to sleep as early as he does, I often read on my own. But mostly it's time together 24/7, enjoying the throes of the early part of a new relationship, even though it's not new— at least not technically. It did occur to me yesterday that despite all I've been through in the past seven years, losing jobs/friends/marketability/housing/self-respect, if that has been part of the cost to get here, to this, it was worth it. Granted, if only I'd been in the frame of mind that I am now back in the fall of '08, I could have spared myself and others a tremendous amount of heartache, anxiety, and outright abject fear of the worst. But the past is done, and the present to future is where I'm focused now. Happily Ever After is definitely far more appealing than a tragic Russian novel.
To my delight I've discovered that there's a SMART Recovery meeting here in the suburb whereevannichols lives, even within walking distance, were it not raining. He kindly drove me to it yesterday morning, for which I was very grateful. Both as part of our commitment to each other, and my desire for him to have more of an understanding of what struggles I've had, I asked the group about resources for him. It turns out that he can attend the meeting if he wants! No problem. So he'll probably accompany me from time to time, which means so much to me. As part of the agenda at the end of their meetings, each person states a concrete goal for the week. I had three: jog at least three times, spend seven consecutive days really without drinking anything, and spend 15 hours job hunting. I won't be talking about this topic much at all in this medium as it really is between Evan and myself, but at this initial jumping-off point, I thought I would.
And now, back to the absolute joy of coffee, an unexpectedly non-rainy morning, and my beloved.
evannichols now, from Friday afternoon (or evening, if he has "Dudes' Night" beforehand) until Sunday around 5:00. It's become quite hallowed time, though of course we do our own things like phone calls, internet time, and since I often find it hard to go to sleep as early as he does, I often read on my own. But mostly it's time together 24/7, enjoying the throes of the early part of a new relationship, even though it's not new— at least not technically. It did occur to me yesterday that despite all I've been through in the past seven years, losing jobs/friends/marketability/housing/self-respect, if that has been part of the cost to get here, to this, it was worth it. Granted, if only I'd been in the frame of mind that I am now back in the fall of '08, I could have spared myself and others a tremendous amount of heartache, anxiety, and outright abject fear of the worst. But the past is done, and the present to future is where I'm focused now. Happily Ever After is definitely far more appealing than a tragic Russian novel.To my delight I've discovered that there's a SMART Recovery meeting here in the suburb where
evannichols lives, even within walking distance, were it not raining. He kindly drove me to it yesterday morning, for which I was very grateful. Both as part of our commitment to each other, and my desire for him to have more of an understanding of what struggles I've had, I asked the group about resources for him. It turns out that he can attend the meeting if he wants! No problem. So he'll probably accompany me from time to time, which means so much to me. As part of the agenda at the end of their meetings, each person states a concrete goal for the week. I had three: jog at least three times, spend seven consecutive days really without drinking anything, and spend 15 hours job hunting. I won't be talking about this topic much at all in this medium as it really is between Evan and myself, but at this initial jumping-off point, I thought I would.And now, back to the absolute joy of coffee, an unexpectedly non-rainy morning, and my beloved.