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*