So, to get back that spark I'm going to start doing something a little different on here. Think of it as something similar to a journal. It's about to get personal, people! You can still look forward to my regular Sunday Sparks, WILW, and Foodie Fridays.
Sooo, here we go.
|Isn't he just a stud? Insert 'hearts for eyes 'emoji here.|
Matt heads out for tour tonight, which stinks. Oh, Matt is my fiance. I've always referred to him as "boyfriend" or "fiance." It's weird to call him Matt on here.
Anyways, we had a good two solid months together, which is pretty much unheard of with his job. Most people know his job, but for those who don't, he's the drummer for blessthefall. Take a listen! Pop that on at the gym and you'll be lifting heavier weights. For real. He's away from home about 9-10 months out of the year. So, like I said, having two whole months with him was a treat.
I knew what I was getting into, and I've been along for the ride the past two years. I thought I would get accustomed to saying goodbye and the distance, but I'm not. Saying goodbye is just as hard as it was the first time. It's totally tough. Especially the first night. I cry like a little baby. That is always the hardest for some reason. Probably because his smell is still on the pillow next to me, but he's not.
The best thing I can do is try to stay busy and spend time doing the things I love. Reminding myself of "it could be worse" helps too. He could be deployed!
What are some was you cheer yourself up?