This ship has set sail…

Somes days I feel more fragile than others.

My threshold for handling certain situations

in life tend to cycle through a variation of phases.

Yesterday was one of those low threshold phases,

if you know what I mean…

I fell asleep in tears, woke up in tears,

and proceeded to tear up throughout the day’s entirety.

I miss Greg more than I know what to do with it.

It’s been 5 weeks without him

and with each passing week, I am reminded

of how much he grounds me

and how much I deeply feel his absence.

Without him, I let myself go:

I eat worse.

I eat less.

I mope around.

I shower less.

(he will appreciate that one!)

How funny that I would create these beauties today:

because all I want to do is crawl into one of these ships

and sail away to where he is right now.

(((Sorry for such the sappy post today, friends.

I’ve officially become one of those girls)))…

So as you continue to read

about how I built the Mayflower in a day,

I will try to figure out a way

to put my body into this miniature-sized creation

and set adrift onto the sea…

Okay, so I have become lazy today

with my directions on how to assemble these Mayflower treats.

I’m on strike.

I will become more alive once my better half comes home.

So that means you all have to suffer me

for another 3 weeks…

I almost fit…

*sucking it in*