This week has been interesting. Going into it, following a few weekends consecutively of hanging out with my girlfriend for a good majority of my free time, we had to transition to much less face time. Although on my end things are winding down and all I have are tests ahead of me, her grind weeks have just begun. Normally this wouldn't mean too much less interaction, but as awesome and tiring as it is, she is very talented and has earned herself casting spots in a billion different sections of the Nutcracker and therefore has much less off time than some of her counterparts older and younger. I'm beyond proud of her for this, and of course her success with her own choreographed piece making it into a smaller dance show this coming spring just amplifies that, but at the same time it means that a good part of our interaction is digital. A problem I never saw as a "problem" prior to this relationship, but I think my friends and family would agree that I am a bit more invested in this one than usual-- there's no denying it (not that I would).
In the little time I did have to speak with her, upon finding a gap in her rehearsal schedule I collaborated with my roommates to concoct a Friendsgiving for, well, some of our close college friends. Last year we attempted such a thing, but living in the dorms really limited what all could be done, which consequently meant nothing was done at all. I think we might've just made a night trip to Whataburger or something. It seems I remember much more of the planning, jolly bantering that took place before anything ever happened in a cozy study room in the student union more than the day we planned to actually eat together- which I guess will speak for itself how much fun that night really was. Anyway, this year we actually did something.
Monday I took the day off because just a few days before, playing against UTEP, I suffered yet another dislocation. It wasn't quite as bad as my first experience, but it did mean I couldn't play the following game against TCU. Rainy and cold, building on top of my already present hesitation to do anything with my day as I sat with my shoulder throbbing, I spent my morning and afternoon doing much needed soul therapy and just sort of... Thought some things out. Because even if it doesn't lead to actual tangible results per se, or me going out and physically doing something, it just sort of works for me. I think it's because the preparedness I feel from having considered everything, and all that sort of thing relieves stress.
The rest of the week leading up to Friendsgiving (Thursday) all kind of blurred together. Both because nothing significant happened, and also because it isn't where my mind was. I wasn't very present those 48 or so hours. But come Thursday, even considering I had classes cancelled and others I just planned on not attending, I had lots to do. Not that I accomplished hardly any of it, but once the dinner was upon me/us/my friends everything just sort of worked out and it was fine. I really enjoyed myself. Especially in the moments I got to spend helping my SO cook up a lackluster batch of sweet potatoes and when we participated in one of my roommates' family traditions. Apparently every year they all write anonymous slightly gag thank-you notes and then go around in a circle, picking them out of a receptacle and then trying, with the crowds help, to guess who wrote it. Plenty of inside jokes flew about in this time and it was genuinely satisfying. Good family fun.
Once the food was quaintly ravaged, the rest of the night was opened up to whoever wanted to swing by our home and participate in shenanigans. I found no desire to partake, but was happy to supervise and make sure everybody had a good time. Which, while some definitely had MUCH more of a good time than others, collectively it was pretty nice and I was happy with it.
Before too late the music died down, guests cleared in one large mass, and despite initial reservations I found myself up in my room chatting with my friend (and possibly future roommate) for a good while about life etc. before passing out.
Aaaaaand that's about it. The weekend was really nothing to write home about (though I'm basically doing it right now). I think you could wrap up the last 48 hours from now by saying I got a weird text from a rugby teammate and I watched Good Will Hunting with my SO. Nothing else happened, and I mean that. Nothing that matters anyway.
Oh and before I forget the purpose of this post: My mind has been very, very unpredictable this week. I've spent multiple hours praying this week to combat it, and I fully believe it has helped, but man were there brief, truly rough spots. Sometimes it was while I was washing my hands in the men's bathroom. Other times it was as I read a message SO sent me. Or of course, at night interrupting calm, late ponderings. These things happen all the time, but I was surprised with their tenacity this week, those cheeky little dark corners in my brain. With great hustle they caught up to me daily and I had to stay much more mindful of my thoughts (I both like and hate that I worded it that way) than usual.
But as always (thank God), things are good,
My SO is great
And I'm okay
In the little time I did have to speak with her, upon finding a gap in her rehearsal schedule I collaborated with my roommates to concoct a Friendsgiving for, well, some of our close college friends. Last year we attempted such a thing, but living in the dorms really limited what all could be done, which consequently meant nothing was done at all. I think we might've just made a night trip to Whataburger or something. It seems I remember much more of the planning, jolly bantering that took place before anything ever happened in a cozy study room in the student union more than the day we planned to actually eat together- which I guess will speak for itself how much fun that night really was. Anyway, this year we actually did something.
Monday I took the day off because just a few days before, playing against UTEP, I suffered yet another dislocation. It wasn't quite as bad as my first experience, but it did mean I couldn't play the following game against TCU. Rainy and cold, building on top of my already present hesitation to do anything with my day as I sat with my shoulder throbbing, I spent my morning and afternoon doing much needed soul therapy and just sort of... Thought some things out. Because even if it doesn't lead to actual tangible results per se, or me going out and physically doing something, it just sort of works for me. I think it's because the preparedness I feel from having considered everything, and all that sort of thing relieves stress.
The rest of the week leading up to Friendsgiving (Thursday) all kind of blurred together. Both because nothing significant happened, and also because it isn't where my mind was. I wasn't very present those 48 or so hours. But come Thursday, even considering I had classes cancelled and others I just planned on not attending, I had lots to do. Not that I accomplished hardly any of it, but once the dinner was upon me/us/my friends everything just sort of worked out and it was fine. I really enjoyed myself. Especially in the moments I got to spend helping my SO cook up a lackluster batch of sweet potatoes and when we participated in one of my roommates' family traditions. Apparently every year they all write anonymous slightly gag thank-you notes and then go around in a circle, picking them out of a receptacle and then trying, with the crowds help, to guess who wrote it. Plenty of inside jokes flew about in this time and it was genuinely satisfying. Good family fun.
Once the food was quaintly ravaged, the rest of the night was opened up to whoever wanted to swing by our home and participate in shenanigans. I found no desire to partake, but was happy to supervise and make sure everybody had a good time. Which, while some definitely had MUCH more of a good time than others, collectively it was pretty nice and I was happy with it.
Before too late the music died down, guests cleared in one large mass, and despite initial reservations I found myself up in my room chatting with my friend (and possibly future roommate) for a good while about life etc. before passing out.
Aaaaaand that's about it. The weekend was really nothing to write home about (though I'm basically doing it right now). I think you could wrap up the last 48 hours from now by saying I got a weird text from a rugby teammate and I watched Good Will Hunting with my SO. Nothing else happened, and I mean that. Nothing that matters anyway.
Oh and before I forget the purpose of this post: My mind has been very, very unpredictable this week. I've spent multiple hours praying this week to combat it, and I fully believe it has helped, but man were there brief, truly rough spots. Sometimes it was while I was washing my hands in the men's bathroom. Other times it was as I read a message SO sent me. Or of course, at night interrupting calm, late ponderings. These things happen all the time, but I was surprised with their tenacity this week, those cheeky little dark corners in my brain. With great hustle they caught up to me daily and I had to stay much more mindful of my thoughts (I both like and hate that I worded it that way) than usual.
But as always (thank God), things are good,
My SO is great
And I'm okay
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