A month to go

Dear Jesus.  One month left.  Never thought it'd happen.

I'm having a good time in therapy, feel like I've got myself the most together now than I have in a long time.  I'm actually feel as though I am emotionally ready for a relationship after I go on vacation for a couple weeks in April.  I'm a bit too frazzled from work at this moment, but a couple short breaks and I'll be ready to rock.

As for being physically ready for a relationship...soccer season begins again this weekend, so that'll help, but I'd like some definition in my belly before anyone sees me naked.  Currently trying out gyms, may go with 24 Hour Fitness and get a personal trainer, just for health and happiness in perpetuity, not just for this project.

From here on out, a short post a day.  It's excitement time, America.

Reading:

Three months...

All right, well I've got about three months until The Fast is over.  With this in mind, I'm starting to lift my chin up and pay attention more to people from a romantic standpoint.  I even flirted a little the other day.  I'm a liiiittle rusty, but it's kinda like jumping on a bike.

So a young man wandered into my purview.  I'd always kind of thought he was intriguing...dark haired, quiet, different, very much my type in theory, but I'm on fast and we worked together so I pretty much ignored the inkling.  But we no longer work together, and here I am on my way out of this fast.  We ended up at the same restaurant with a group of friends and we spent the night chatting primarily with one another.  Nice start.  He's got this intense stare.  I like it a lot.  I don't anticipate him contacting me, however.  Remember me saying he was quiet?  Code for awkward.  I LOVE awkward.  But it does make interaction difficult.

Also there are the holidays coming up.  These are intrinsically lonely times.  I'd like to one day settle down and get married...the kid part remains to be seen, but maybe that would evolve.  In this same vein, I found out my ex-boyfriend from college just got engaged.  Awesome.

Okay, winter here is just miserable, rainy and cold, but it also comes with the knowledge that in two-three months the sun's going to be out for eight months straight, and the hills that have only just regained their emerald luster will begin to fade to a brilliant gold, and about a billion plants will spring up, wildflowers in the glens while hiking, and the air will smell sweet in the heat courtesy of the sexy Ponderosa pine.  Man, I love California.  When it quits raining I need to get back to exercising and snap this body back into shape.  After all, no one's seen me naked since frickin' March.