Alone

 

Wow wow wow! What’s up! I always visit this space so infrequently but I love it here always. The ultimate freedom space. Where I feel no pressure at all.

So these past two weeks have been pretty eventful and thought I’d come here and share. After celebrating my oldest babies 8th birthday and my 8th anniversary of becoming a mother, my kids stayed in Dallas with my parents while I flew back home to Denver to have 2 kid-free weeks. 

It started off great! My BF and I hung out and got some work done. I even had a chance to read some poetry live in front of an audience and I took it! It was one of the greatest experiences of my life, honestly! I felt super alive and loved. 

Then my bf had to go back to work and I was completely by myself. The first night I was alone, I heard gunshots outside and I was so fucking terrified I kind of had a miniature mental break down. I didn't know what to do with myself. I was just alone with my thoughts and my cat. As days passed, I started to feel a little better about being alone, I cooked some healthy meals and started getting back into the swing of working on things and working. 

Finally after 5 days, my bf had a day off from work and we wanted to do something fun, so we drove out to the mountains in Golden. It was breathtakingly beautiful we were up so high enjoying the views playing guitar, we even f*&*^ed on top of that mountain. It was something to check off my bucket list for sure. 

And then my kid-free time came to an abrupt close as I returned to Dallas to care for sick kids. but the time, though crazy, was very much appreciated.