Planet Tinkerbelle

I have some great people in my life. I’m thankful for that. What I’m even more thankful for, is getting the toxic ones out of my life.

Nothing tastes as good as living without Spanx feels.

He Opened With: “I’m Going to Kill You.” I woke up to a stranger in my house saying that to me. Could ‘splain why little things are affecting me right now. I don’t know what they actually called it, but what I call The Home Invasion happened this week last year, and I had a unexpected flashback.

I met a dear friend out at Parasol’s for a drink. As I parked, I realized I had parked in the same spot that we parked in when me and Champ went there the night it happened. After the cops came and dusted the house and interviewed me about it all, I needed a drink and we went to Parasol’s and I tried to decompress. I hadn’t had that wave of feelings since it happened.

So, warning peeps: if something really small happens, and I flip the fuck out, it could very well be because I’ve kept it together since this shit all went down. PTSD and all that.

My life is beginning to become less complicated. I’ve got a routine. I’ve got one real interest that I am truly passionate about. And even though my social life has taken a huge pivot, I have connected with some great people whose friendships I’m very excited to cultivate. While I miss the kind of fun I had been having, I am growing out of it. I am sure I will have the occasional crazy night out, but I just don’t think it will be like it was. Did all that Fun=Happiness? Not entirely. Can I maintain that kind of fun and go forward with my plans to become a certified Zumba instructor? Unfortunately, no. Something has to give, and dammit, it’s going to have to be the crazy all nighters. But that’s ok. Because being an instructor and getting to do what I really dig will be worth it. This is going to be a drastically different year for me. I am fucking ready for it.