I don't know how he does it but every time I sit down to write a serious post AJ comes in and distracts me. It's almost like the universe likes the state of confusion my brain is in and is trying to keep me from thinking too much.
That fact is 100% relevant to this post. When shit hit the fan with my ex-husband it released so many emotions I wasn't sure what to do with them. To cope with it I kept myself busier than ever. Every day was work, go out with friends, come home, eat, shower and repeat. The nights I didn't go out were spend blogging or with a house full of people. I always had at least one roommate that would go with my craziness, for the most part. If she still reads this I hope she knows she was my saving grace for a long time and I miss the good kind of crazy we had.
I apologize for getting off topic, mentally that happens a lot.
When I started seeing AJ, I had two worlds. The one in Key West and the world in Ft. Lauderdale (FLL). KW would be my quiet time and FLL would be the craziness behind it all, my place to run to. That changed when I knew I would be spending way more time in KW than my hometown. I had gone from moving out an ex-husband and making the house mine to moving out and back in with my parents. Two months later all that would change again and be relocated - shaking up my world for the third time in two years.
That move brought a new job and new professional goals. I wanted to move up the hospitality ladder and make more money. Then I decided to add in gymnastics again. Next was another job opportunity and new things to learn. The blog was also taking off which added just another responsibility to my plate. That plate is now fucking full. I buried myself in work to re-create the crazy I was used to.
Right now, I'm torn between keeping the crazy and letting something go. The urge to run has finally subsided and I'm looking for a routine that works for the long run. I'm not sure how to do that when juggling so many things. Has anyone else ever dealt with that struggle? How to deal when to urge to run and bury yourself competes with normalcy?