I have found that while It's somewhat easy for me to write about my inmost struggles to all of face-less cyberspace (or really, the fifteen or so who may or may not read this blog), I am reluctant to write when someone else is involved (a.k.a. BF). So while I've been itching to write, I haven't figured out how to strike a balance quite yet. But I did think of something today, as I was fading in and out of sleep on my couch, between hacking coughing fits and feverish sweats (too much information? Sorry).
I don't keep a record of wrongs, but I do keep a record of "rights." And let me just say I've been enjoying a lot of "rights" recently. I'm not used to someone taking care of me. Yes, when I'm in Chicago, my parents are really good at that. And Bestie, Bestie Jr., and their respective husbands take care of me as much as they can. But having someone in my life who cares about the little things is completely new for me, and frankly, it's humbling. It makes me feel not good enough, too selfish, and undeserving. Here is a quick list of "rights" that BF, who claims to be as deep as a dinner dish but I say is like unpeeling the layers of an artichoke, has blessed me with recently: giving me a Snoopy get-well-soon card, cough drops, and vapo-rub (cute, right?); changing the oil in my car (not an easy task, let me tell you); taking me to a Bucs game (my first pro football game); a private golf lesson (and being really patient); actually wanting to spend time with me despite my weirdness; lots of free food; remembering that today is our one-month of dating. :)
So, in case you're wondering, I'm enjoying life right now. It's still new and a little difficult to get used to, but it's good. :)
Also, it's Thanksgiving break, so YAY. And there will be a bit more blogging due to the whole no work thing.
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