Bittersweet Minus the Bitter Part

So much to say and yet words seem to evade me when I sit down to let them out.

Which means I'm breaking out one of my best writing tools. I will give myself a time limit; I will write, write, write; and then I will hit publish.

So.

Ten minutes.

GO.

I think I started blogging because it is faster than pen and paper. Because I enjoy the input on what is going on in my (crazy) brain.

Because I need the outlet.

Lately I am finding so many outlets.  Fair trade-centric projects, Bob Harper workouts (these are challenging and often just what I need), talking, talking, talking with my mom. Yoga. Tight hugs from my husband. Dates (when I can get them) with those treasured people with whom I can just let loose and RELAX.

I miss writing more, though, for sure.

Most days, I try to have something social going on, but I also try not to overload my schedule. I like a balance for the benefit of both me and Nolan. So I meet up with friends nearly every day, yet somehow I've still been getting that "alone in a crowded room" feeling lately.

"Alone" is probably not quite right.

But my life is so...rich. I love it. I feel like I am in my element, so it annoys me when I can't shake the bittersweetness riding on my shoulders.

This is what I love about writing: the process of writing helps me to sort it out and then feel okay again. Because I realize that everything's pretty great around here; I just kind of miss my best friend. It's kind of that hey, I see you across the room and we're still working together but apart kind of feeling.

I love him.

Remembering that we ARE working together and remembering how vital he is to my life, remembering that I need to take those little actions to act as a team, to remind him that I love him- it lifts some of that bittersweetness for me.

Just one more reason why I love writing.