I'm working hard to adjust my attitude for these next few weeks.
Instead of wishing the time away and dwelling over how much longer until Paul gets home, I am focusing on the things I get to do in my last few bits of Alone Time. Depending on how things go, this could be my last long Alone Time stretch ever. Paul will deploy again, of course, but we might have a little one by then.
That's insane.
So instead of reveling in gloom and loneliness, I am celebrating the little things :
I can go to bed and wake up on my own schedule.
I can race through full series of shows (How I Met Your Mother & United States of Tara are both fantastic).
I can eat the exact same dinner night after night (brussels sprouts cooked like this plus turkey sausage is the current go-to).
I can go away or invite friends to stay for a weekend without a second thought.
I can wander for hours and change plans on a whim.
I can work whenever I feel inspired.
Of course I would rather have Paul home. Of course I could use my partner. Of course eating a variety of meals and having someone to laugh with at Barney Stinson would be awesome. If given the choice, I would have Paul come home tomorrow (or better yet, yesterday).
But I don't get a choice. And I have enjoyed the schedule I've carved out for myself over the past five and a half months. I am choosing to remember that and celebrate instead of dread the remaining few weeks.
*photos are from the last few weeks and were taken with instagram.
