i remember when i was in high school and running around like a headless chicken
with so much to do and no time to waste and lots of friends and things to do…. i remember thinking,

this is the time of my life…

then there were those college days when i was on my own, independent, and so full of life that you could tip me over and i would bleed school colors and ambiguous jargon about theatre and literature and my feigned interest in politics. i had boyfriends, students, time to waste, and an attitude.

that was the time of my life.

after i was married, eating out 5x a week with my BF, loving my job for the first time ever,  living close enough to family to see them whenever we wanted, gaining 10 lbs, and high as a kite on a large dose of newlywed love…..

that was the time of my life.

but i have to say, living in a small space, with a husband that works 70 hours a week, making less money than rent, in a new place where i only know a few, with spit-up on my clothes and poop in my hair……

where i spend most of the day in workout clothes… from yesterday. and when my husband comes home and very little is done around the house, i usually say something like, “yeah, i didn’t get to that….”

the truth? i AM busy… playing.

never have i been more entertained, laughed so hard, felt more spontaneous,
or been charmed right into love
than i have been in this new relationship….

who knew my new favorite job would be so much fun?

this. this is the time of my life.