Movin' and Shakin' in the Winds of Change

You're probably starting to think I'm THAT girl...you know the one - she only calls you when she's lonely...or drunk...or drunk and lonely...the kind of girl that puts on an extra swipe of mascara just before she finds herself hanging outside the front door of your duplex barely able to hold on to the trellis...not that I haven't been THAT girl in the past...but times, they are a'changing my dears. My lack of posts can only been attributed to the crazy amount of change and transition that I currently find myself spun into. My lack of posts has no correlation to the increase in hangovers or nights spent holding my head between my knees on the Yellow line.

In fact, my loves, humans are ever-evolving creatures and I have proof. Although I had a wonderfully diligent anthropology professor in undergrad who would drive home critical points of ancestral reference and human and cultural development, I choose sleep. That was, by far, the easiest "C" I ever earned...

Let's focus on the creature I know most, and yet sometimes not at all - MYSELF. I can't tell you why transition becomes desirable to some and a thorn to others. What I can tell you is that sometimes changes come all at once, not one at a time - like delicious free samples on Saturdays at the grocery (AKA "free lunch Saturdays"). These are the times when even a well-meaning, overly-organized, micro-managing Sagittarius becomes overwhelmed.

I love new chapters, turning over a new leaf, and all the other metaphors that poetically describe change and transition. Whether or not I can handle the various changes, the multiple juggling, at once - this is the question. The guy who juggles flaming batons at the Chinese circus has one job. Don't let the fire fall. In order to keep my own flaming batons in air, I have attempted to prioritize what's TRULY important. My ranking list is comprised of everything that I want to attempt/change/modify and includes the tedious (paying off credit card) to the pseudo-scandalous (AKA the secret nose job I have been vying for)...

A few weeks ago my roommate approached and the conversation following resulted in the shared understanding that we are much better friends than roommates. Not because we didn't try or didn't care, but we became less "us" and more Ricky and Lucy (separate beds and all...). We both realized that in order to preserve "us" we'd need distance beyond bedroom walls. I still love her and I can't wait for our next coffee date.

Although, I was half of the understanding party who accepted that good friends don't make the best roommates, I was lost. And anxious. Where to go from here? And more importantly, was it time for me to get my own wings? Or did I settle in, gets some cats and a few more Snuggies, and call it the life I was destined to lead? Things with the beau were solid, but were we ready for that? Better yet - was I ready for THAT? Waking up to the same person everyday, giving up secret single girl behaviors (clipping your toenails on the toilet), and not going to bed after a night of Bacardi-fueled angry text messages (guilty as charged, I'm afraid)? Don't get me wrong. Am I in love? Of course, I am. But I am the first to admit that I am set in my ways, my spatial parameters, and the way I like the cutlery drawer organized.

So, I had a tough decision to make: Was I going to go it alone, knowing full well that my 29th birthday could be surrounded by empty bottles of cheap vino and a few furry four-legged mammals? OR was I going to accept that I love him enough to let my idiosyncrasies (OK, at least a FEW) slide and know that no one would suffer if the Tupperware accidentally finds itself in the dining ware cupboard. (The thought still stirs me. BREATHE and REPEAT)

After looking for a place to call our home for 4 weeks, we signed and sealed the deal on Saturday. We begin our little co-habitation experiment on July 15th. I will call our abode the "Grandstaff-Whicker household". He doesn't disagree. ;)

So here's to those of you taking the NEXT leap of faith, love, or lust.
Best of luck!

XoXoXo

Ms. Katalyst (of change)