It’s funny, for the first time in years I feel like there is so much going on in my life, and yet I don’t want to write about any of it.

I don’t think I’m overly busy. I’m still doing the work/school thing. I’m still in a relatively new relationship. And I’m still trying to balance all those things with minimal success. There’s a lot going on, and at the same time, there’s nothing to talk about.

Since I last posted there have been trips to the beach.

Peacock sightings.

And my complete refusal to wear anything other than leggings to work.

I just haven’t felt the need to write about any of it.

I don’t know. Maybe it’s because for the first time I don’t have any emotional turmoil going on. I’m pretty content with the way my life is. It’s far from perfect – I’m still broke, and a bit of a basket case – but for once I’m not worried how things are going to turn out. I know what I want for my life, and I know how I’m going to get there. So maybe that’s why I have so little to talk about these days.

Or maybe, because this is me we’re talking about, its because I have something so good right now that I just don’t want to share it.

The last three weeks have been pretty rough. Work has been crazy, school isn’t getting any easier, and I was really struggling to keep my sanity. 

On Thursday morning when I exploded my smoothie all over the place, I knew I was in pretty desperate need of a break.

The long weekend couldn’t have come at a better time.

I did get a little bit of my homework done, but I have nothing due this week, so I didn’t put much effort into anything school related. Instead, I spent three beautifully sunny days with the boyfriend.

I even let him talk me into doing some things I never thought I’d do.

I know, I’m pretty much the greatest girlfriend ever. On Friday we went fishing, and then on Saturday morning we got up bright and early to go shooting. And you know what? Neither activity sucked. I actually had fun doing both. The fishing was relaxing, and the shooting, well that was just what I needed after such a bad week.

And in case that wasn’t enough excitement for one weekend, on Sunday we had turkey dinner (well, lunch technically) with his family, and then another one with mine afterwards. There was even an Easter egg hunt before lunch. I ate way too much food, and even more chocolate. It was perfect.

I had Monday off work too, but spent most of it recovering from my food coma. I did however, manage to get out of the house long enough to buy myself a new purse for the spring time.

As weekends go, I’d say this one was pretty perfect.