Commitment

It makes sense that the last time I wrote was about Becky since today is her birthday. I am making a public commitment to myself to write something on this everyday, and though I assume that no one is reading this considering there hasn't much to read but no matter. I was inspired by the CBS Sunday Morning Show this morning. There was a segment about procrastination and lateness. I am not a late person overall. I am not really late to work or appointments on the regular, but something I related with strongly was putting off things that I actually want to do with the reasoning that there are too many things that I have to do. At the moment the house is a mess. The bedroom, the kitchen, living room, laundry needs to be done but no more pushing things away. I am confronting myself, which is scary as hell. I have never lived with a significant other before and damn, I can not hide. It's one thing to live with your best friend, which I had the privilege of doing for three years, where you can go into your room at the end of the night, your own space is built right into the living arrangement, but damn! Living with someone who you also sleep next to is not easy. I mean most of the time it's absolutely amazing but on those days where you are pissed, depressed, what have you, it is not fun to have someone in your grill making you confront your shit. In the long run I appreciate this aspect of cohabitation but during the moment I have had to use all the patience I have cultivated in order to not jump down this man's throat, grandstand, and just be plain riDamndiculous.

So with big ups to him and to the CBS Sunday Morning Show I am committing to something that I have wanted to commit to for some time now, writing for writing's sake, mainly to clear me head.