I’ve Got No Unrest To Give

If there’s one thing blog analytics have taught me, its that you guys really love it when I black out, screw up or freak out. If possible, I should do all three simultaneously… And I don’t mean that in the “Y’all are sadists” kind of way but more in the “Life is exciting when it’s tumultuous” kind of way.

Look, I get it.

I, too, want to have neuroses to analyze, be they mine or someone else’s. I want to laugh at drunken antics and obsess about teetering relationships. I want to seek the needle of happiness in the haystack of life’s endless quandaries.

So maybe that’s why I haven’t been writing much.

Truth is, things are pretty A-OK right now.

I know, even I feel like I slammed an Ambien with a bottle of wine just rereading that sentence.

Things with Mister Me have turned semi-fairytale-esque. We’ve been attending weddings (I caught the bouquet!), cooking dinner at home, going to Bears games, pulling together our couple’s Halloween costume (Tiger and Elin), having fancy date nights and planning our Mexican getaway. We haven’t had a fight yet. We’re so boring that we share a Google calendar.

Are you nauseated? I don’t really blame you. Happy couples are freaking annoying.

Of course, there were the initial freak outs. There is something in us all that is looking for that extra piece, that thing to pursue. Right now, there’s just nothing more to want…

So for right now I’m waving buhbye to the constant second-guessing and over-thinking. I’m not going to worry about 3 months from now or 6 months from now or 6 years from now. I’m letting go of my panic and just embracing my present. And I think its working.

I think I’ve found something here… Something satisfying in a quieter way than all that obsessing was. More like not itching at all, rather than scratching that unquenchable itch.