Often, in the evenings when I’m curled up on the couch, i want to write something here, but I don’t.  There’s no good reason other than laziness ~ the man built me a desk to work from home, so my computer is now (gasp!) across the room. And when I’m very snuggled and comfy the inclination to get up … doesn’t really exist.

As I have written before, the man and I made no elaborate New Year’s resolutions, or had any expectations for this newest year.  Which, in retrospect, may have been a blessing.  At least the dismal nature of these first few months of 2014 aren’t additionally disappointing in regards to any expectations.

When your back is up against the wall, when legitimately everything feels difficult… I think that’s when your true character comes through.  I can’t say much for mine (first, because that would be weird, but also because I don’t think a person can speak to their own character, only others can).  My husband has been nothing but a positive force throughout our woes, full of the upside, of ideas, of encouragement … full of the bright side of life.  It wasn’t easy for him either, and I selfishly wallowed in my own stuff rather than being a good partner.

But I feel as though we’ve definitely been in a valley for a while, and it’s infinitely comforting to know that I have a partner in this journey who loves, understands and supports me no.matter.what.  That even when life feels like a real battle, he’s in my corner, he will fall asleep holding my hand and kiss me good morning every day when our alarm begins to ring.  He’s a man who supports me at work, in my creative endeavors and through my newest medical challenge.  Even if things are brutal, I am more than lucky to have as my person.

That sentiment extends to my crazy family, fantastic friends and lovably quirky co-workers.   Even on the toughest days ~ when our health inspection for the new restaurant is postponed again or I have new, highly inconvenient symptoms ~ I am blessed to have a core group of seriously awesome people in my life.

People who ask why I haven’t blogged since February 23rd ~ who remind me that writing is my outlet, my therapy … my honesty in black & white.  So this is my step back  … I can’t guarantee the next few posts will be good.  But I can guarantee they will exist.