Keep on swimming

Three months with The Boy and kinda counting. Kinda because we're not marking every month with a monthsary. We'd both like to think we've graduated from these little obligatory dealings. It's kind of like we're not in a relationship; it's like being single with couple perks. Does that make sense? The trick is not to have too many expectations. Admittedly, he's having an easier time with that than me.

After mulling over relationships last night, I've reached the conclusion that it's really about managing expectations. Aligning them. It's also applicable to life, not just relationships. That way, you rarely get disappointed.

Now what I can't align with that is positive thinking. I believe that thoughts aren't just thoughts -- they're little balls of energy. They have power. Right now I'm trying to convince myself that "not expecting" is different from "not dreaming big" or "not thinking positive." I mean, expecting and dreaming are two different things right? Right. (mental note to talk this over with The Boy)

I really like this relationship because it's really light. I think I'm the one who's adding a heavier tone to it. And the only reason that's happening is because I seriously don't want to screw this relationship up. Oh brother.

It's a spiral I have to swim out of.

or

It's a jellyfish colony I have to bounce out of.

or

It's an East Australian Current I have to exit out of.




Ok, ok. The Nemo references end here. ;P