A Different Life

Alex and I have been together for over eight years. I was telling him a story this morning, I can’t remember what about… nothing terribly memorable apparently… and it was about something random that happened right before we met… I told him it seemed like a different life, and in all his wisdom, he said it was because that was a different life.

Both of us had our own, very solo lives before we formed these beautiful, lunatic humans in our collaborative likenesses. Party girl Jenny is gone. I was reminded of this on Thanksgiving when I had a four ounce glass of wine and passed out for several hours. We were both very fit when we met… and we both bait and switched the s$%t out of that. We’re plumper, older, and more exhausted.

As I go about my day I feel like me, I visualize the me I always was, and it isn’t until that moment where I see a photo or catch myself off guard in the mirror that I realize I’ve morphed into a different being. In all fairness to the best cliches, I love my kids and I wouldn’t change anything about having them, but its still hard to adjust sometimes. It’s hard to realize, barring a meet haggard with an ambitious plastic surgeon, that I’ll not be young again, that my body shape, even in fit form, is just a different shape.

Self Love

I just put Lizzo’s music on these days…. get that self-love feeling going and try and accept the change I see in the mirror. Good times.