Opinions

Opinions. I'm getting really sick of them. Everyone seems to have one about everything in everyone else's life rather than looking inward and maybe thinking about what they may need to re-evaluate in their own life. If I need/want an opinion, I will ask for it (very few people in my life get this from me). If not, kindly keep it to yourself. You don't really know me and you don't know what's going on in my life. Sure, you can ask questions and make your own inferrences, but that doesn't mean shit. You are not me and the last time I checked, your happiness and/or failures are not directly translatable into my personal life. If I ask for one and it's not what I want or expect, sure, that's on me. these are a few of the irritating opinions I've recieved lately:

• "I need to be with someone who hasn't experienced being married/having kids before so he can experience it for the first time with me" <-- how stupid and tunnel-visioned is that?? Sure it's easy for you to say that since that's the way it worked out for you. But the last time I checked, falling in love is not a conscious decision?
• "You're young and allowing a one-way street to be your basis now will dictate the rest of your lives together" this is in reference to Coty being unable to move closer to me in Houston due to wanting to stay close to his kids. This actually infuriates me beyond belief; what about this need makes our relationship a one-way street? Wouldn't it be a one-way street the other way if I asked him to move-in with me and said that could be the only way? Does this mean our entire relationship will be all me giving and all hime taking? No.
• "That's fucked up" this was from my mom in reference to the cruise Coty is about to take. Sure, it's frustrating for me to know he's going on a vacation with his kids plus the wife he's separated from, but you expressing such feelings to me doesn't help. If you don't approve, don't approve. I just don't need to hear that shit from you.

Yes, I get that the situation isn't easy or easy to navigate/understand. But the last thing I need is people shoving their own opinions down my throat. This is case-in-point why I prefer to just keep my personal life as my personal life and not let anybody in.

Baby Ca-ra-za-zy

I feel the title of this post is pretty self-explanatory: I am deeming myself officially baby crazy. I kind of laugh at the thought sometimes because if you asked me a year ago if I'd be wanting a baby in a year, I would've thought it was completely ridiculous. But sometimes you have to just take a deep breath and just jump in. Realistically is anyone actually ready to be a parent when they become one? Probably not. When is the "perfect time" to have a baby? There's always going to be one more thing that's going to get in the way of perfect timing, so the way I look at it is I'm in love with a wonderful man who is a fantastic father already. One I want to have a family with. One who's made me change the way I look at absolutely everything. 

So what do I have in my head about it? If I got pregnant right now, I would definitely have the baby; sure things are not ideal in my life but I know I could make it work. Even if I hate my job, it still pays well. Granted, it would be difficult living in Houston where I haven't established myself much of a support system, but that's my reality. Coty and I have also discussed what if I got pregnant just before moving back home. That would help support system-wise and letting my parents be grandparents and everything. It kind of still makes me a little sad to think Coty would miss the beginning of his baby's life, regardless of how much he says he's ok with it.

It makes me happy to think and dream about these things for the future. It gives me something very positive and fulfilling to look forward to, and maybe, just a little bit, it makes me feel normal because 24-year-old women everywhere dream of babies and weddings if they haven't already had them :)

Plans?

So I've spoken time and time again about doing more things for me. Now I've actually formulated a semi-plan. I'm going to list the things I have intended and time to time check back and see how I'm doing with keeping up with them:

• start learning the guitar: Coty gave me one for Christmas (thanks baby!) and I am just dying to learn. Worst thing is I can't manage to tune it, so I made the pick to get the Guitar for Dummies pack and give it a shot once I get home (it showed up about a day or two before I came to stupid Russia)
• volunteer for with community outreach through work: they do all kinds of stuff like school seminars for younger kids (I always really liked doing those) and also Habitat for Humanity which I also have always had an interest in
• I have an application in with the Girl Scouts to be a Brownie leader; I always enjoyed doing that before as well
• start to do my knitting again. I kind of let my blanket project fall by the wayside
• actually start to plan meals. I've been doing kind of a half-assed job of this. I want to move towards finding non-packaged alternatives to all of my snacks. Let's see how long I can get away with this without a deep freezer :)
• keep up my gyminess (of course); I'm on a good track even if my progress has stalled a little (the terrible variety of nutritional food in this place is pretty detrimental to me. is a salad without mayo on it really too much to ask for? Why yes, yes it is...), but I'm not reverting back so that's always a good thing? I've started to incorporate Crossfit workouts and absolutely love them. I'm also starting to dissolve some of my disdain for running again (I actually did love to run at one point; used to be such a great release of energy). I'm also considering starting to blog about it. I've been through a lot of ups and downs over the years, so some of them might be helpful to share, plus I really have a passion for this fitness jazz. I'm also thinking to start saving to get some of the certifications I'd ultimately like to have done, done

I is a happy panda :)

Remotivated

I'm in a pretty good mood today:
-I'm not sucking terribly at this stupid course I have to suffer through
-I have a couple of ideas for a much-needed vacation... or be greedy and take a couple of them? :)
-most importantly, I feel like I turned a corner in my relationship last night... I don't even mind so much that the food here makes me feel terrible and tired and bloaty (bleh)

on a side note: one day I'm going to look back on these entries and probably self-diagnose myself to be bi-polar. Just so much up and down. No wonder I'm so tired! 

But Coty and I had a conversation that's come up A LOT lately: are we just kidding ourselves staying together if he feels like he disappoints me and I feel like things are moving too slowly? The most important difference this time was that I don't feel so much like it was both of us trying to decide what was best for the other. We actually talked through this "friend" option, which, let's get real, is us completely kidding ourselves... yes, I can understand being "friends" if one of you just doesn't feel the same anymore or has kind of gotten over it or fallen out of love. But that's just not the case? I still love him more every day. He still surprises me. Every day. We still have such passion when we do get to see each other; that spark is just not fading! That is AWESOME SAUCE :) (I'm all about the caps today). He's agreed to understand that I just can't not care when something puts a twist in our plans and I've agreed to not be so impatient. In all honesty, while I think about it, I feel like I'm handling it all a little better than I first did. Sure I still have little emotional bits, but I've gotten better at at least talking about it rather than just shutting up and making Coty beg to know what's wrong or what I think. That's just stupid and not productive at all.

With that being said, we kind of hit a low point Monday night in which I pushed a little too far and the "I just can't do it anymore" statement was made :|. I never thought it would go that far but I guess I got my answer: everyone has a breaking point (obviously). I'm glad things didn't stay there because I'd probably be a complete emotional disaster for weeks and months afterwards. But it was also really stupid on my part. Why do I push away people that love me? I do it with my family too... Why can't I just accept complete love and appreciate it for what it is? They're not going anywhere anytime soon. I can be so self-sabotaging sometimes.

That just turned a good post into a not so good one, which is not what I wanted. So I'll leave it at this: every time we talk about the future, I'm excited. Whether it's next week, next month, this summer, or things that will come year(s) from now. I like dreaming even if I do it super cautiously most often (it's the pessimist/realist in me; I can't decide which I am. Probably moreso pessimist :( ). I feel good about where we are and that we both know what we want; now just to get there.

:) panda!

Wavering Conviction

Tonight during my workout, in the middle of holding a bridge pose, my mind began to wander and I started to cry. I know, I know: crying is not out of the ordinary for me, especially not lately (hell I even cried at work when they told me they wanted to move me back home), which is actually really aggravating to me. I hate that my instinctive reaction is to cry. It makes me feel so weak. Anyhow, my reason for crying was me thinking about the conversation me and my momma had last night. I had told her about Coty taking the kids on a cruise in April. She, of course, asked if his wife was going and I obviously admitted that she was. She wasn't too receptive of the idea, and I don't really blame her: she only wants the best for me and my momma is not one to speak up about something. She has always let me and my brother make our own decisions and mistakes and kept her opinion out of it, especially when it comes to important life decisions (this is great when you're sick of hearing opinions; not so great when you actually need one...). If I'm going to be honest, I'm really not happy about the whole thing, or rather the principle of a family vacation (a harsh reminder of what I'm not). This is probably pretty selfish of me, but I'm also trying my best to look at the positive side of it: Coty needs a vacation, I'm sure, and also gets to spend this time sharing an experience with his kids. His wife is just tagging along. <-- I wish I could see it like that all the time, but I really don't, not all the time. At the same time, I also feel like that's a natural feeling to have? Coty and I have been together not an insignificant amount of time, but I also got into this with the understanding that this whole situation shouldn't last all that long. I also remember being told that the second they were separated for a year, the divorce would be put through (or however that works). Neither of those things is true. But I can't leave now, not when I know what this love feels like, not when I think I could never find something like this somewhere else. On the other hand, I feel like it's all made me sacrifice a little of what makes me myself: my strong convictions and independence. I don't like feeling like I'm on the back burner and being kept in secret. I want to be able to be truthful and honest about my relationship. I don't want to just have to be a "good friend" until the time is right. The concept of not having a plan for how things may go anymore makes me extremely uneasy. What's to say this progress that has been stalled for about 5 or 6 months won't just stay here for an unreasonable amount of time? What will break first: my resolve to be supportive and patient and wait for good things that I deserve to come to me? Or the way things are? I honestly don't know anymore. I'm hanging on for now because I just can't bear to give up on my love, but it also is taking such a toll on me. It's all emotionally draining... on the both of us.

This all doesn't mean that I'm ready to give up or stop loving or move on; I'll never stop loving, even if I one day do move on. I can't do that. But this waiting is slowly wearing away at the person I know I am and can be, and it's a true trial of my inner strength. I love Coty and I love his kids and I just want the faith that he has. I just want to always believe and not have these doubts always crossing my mind. I know this definitely contributes to my finding it so hard. It's just hard to change the questioning analytical mind that I've had for the first 24 years of my life. So torn about it: I know Coty needs my support and I want to be that to him, I just don't think I am anymore and that makes my heart very sad.

When is it Enough?

I was thinking about it earlier this week and I talk a lot about what I'd like in the future, where I would like things to be, what I'd like to do... blah blah blah. Thing is, if I could wake up tomorrow and instantly have everything I have in my head right now that I think would make me happy, would I really be happy? What's it going to take to make me content? But maybe that's also because I haven't be truly happy in oh, so long (sad isn't it?). I have to think back on the last time I was happy: I'd probably have to say my last year in university. I had great friends, was doing all kinds of things I loved outside of school, I was finally close to finishing my degree, had a couple of vacations planned and even though I was somewhat stressed about all the change that was about to happen I was still happy. I enjoyed life. Not saying that now there aren't parts of my life that make me happy, but overall I don't feel happy if you average out my feelings. Why? I feel so unsettled and in-between. I'm afraid to start to settle in Houston for fear of being uprooted again either for a job I want (which would make it ok) or to be shipped home for this one. How lame is that? I also always have in the back of my mind my limited options for making my career plus my relationship work. I'm limited by location would be fine if it wasn't compounded with the fact that I'm on a work visa. Sad panda. I feel so anxious about it. all. the. time. I just want to be happy... but if I was I certainly would make sure I enjoyed it and wasn't paranoid something was coming up to fuck it up. Because that's generally how I feel haha. Well this is a pretty cynical post for Valentine's Day wasn't it? 

Dependency

I've been doing some thinking and I've realized: I'm completely dependent on my boyfriend/relationship. I hated and judged people like me before; who are you if you need to depend on something else? I've always considered myself pretty independent. Even growing up I was pretty accustomed to doing things on my own, not because I was forced to by some sort of circumstance but because I could. I also believe I'm a much better person for it. But being independent and able to take care of myself feels like a rather large part of my identity and it governs quite a number of my personal traits: my ambition/drive, my stubbornness, my overall attitude and my ability to get things accomplished. So if this is something that I feel identifies me, what does it mean once I'm not fully independent anymore? Do I lose part of my identity? Or is it just something I have to evolve with if I want to be part of a relationship? Coty reminds me fairly often that I'm not single anymore; that my actions and words have to take into account another person but I've lived so much of my life not in a relationship this is a difficult message to get through to me... 

But that makes me also ask myself the question: is it normal? Is it normal for my happiness to mostly depend on one other person? Is it normal for a fight with the same person to tear me up inside, make me visibly distraught (horrible poker face), affects my sleep, affects my appetite... and over what? A little exchange of some nasty words? Is it really the end of the world? But a big problem I have is I have great difficulty just pushing something to the back of my mind, so it stays on my mind until it can be addressed. Which is exactly the opposite of the way Coty deals with any conflict: he gets agitated and before he blows up because I am so stubborn and incessant, he brings the argument to a grinding halt, leaving me in emotional limbo and is entirely exhausting. Does this happen to me because it's just the way I handle conflict? Or does it have something to do with me not having had relationships when I was younger to get this crazy shit out of my system? I'm so frustrated with feeling like this and dealing with things like this and feeling crazy. I want to stop it and I'm writing this as I sit through the terrible 12-hour time difference currently between he and I, filling my Sunday with a periodic checking of my phone to see if he happens to be awake by some random chance. See what I mean? Dependent... And I know a little bit of dependency is normal and part of what a relationship is; I would hope my boyfriend/future husband will be somewhat dependent on me and having me in their life. I just have to wonder how much is too much?