Free to be me...

It's been a really long time since I just relaxed. We go to the beach and we have a good time, but I'm always thinking about the things I'm NOT doing while we're there.

I've been in a weird funk for the last few days, trying to juggle everything under the sun and still stay sane. Romantic Times Convention is coming up fast and Gail and I are both giggling like little girls over Barbie Dolls. This is so exciting!

But it's hard to get excited JUST yet, as my fiance is leaving for the desert for 123 days tomorrow. Just two days before we leave for RTCon, Todditchka is walking out of my life for what seems like forever, but is -- in fact -- only four short months.

123 days. One Hundred Twenty Three Days.

Wow. Now THAT seems like a long time.

In an effort to relax and just get the kinks out, we took the kids to the park. I'd forgotten how nice it is to just sit outside and be me. For some reason, sitting on the swing was like releasing so many of the worries I've had burried deep inside me for the last few months.


For the first time in months, I felt free to be me!