fivebyevif

I keep getting up at 7:30 AM. There are two reasons for this:

1. Drugs. After a decade, my sleep disorder has been addressed, and I can actually go to bed at a normal time.
2. Relationship. We both need to be healthier, and have come to independent conclusions on this. Mine was that I needed to hit the gym at least 3-5 days a week and cook more meals. His was that he needed to eat said meals more often.

Additionally, we both are people with side projects. Mine is writing, his is coding. The free time we devoted to this suddenly evaporated when we started living together, because we tend to gravitate toward one another when we’re awake. I’d be in my bedroom, typing up an action scene, and I’d hear from his room, “Hiiiiiii.” Or he’d be in his bedroom, frowning at Ruby on Rails, and I’d bounce in and curl up around him because I was bored. Neither of us was getting much accomplished.

I’d been sliding toward an earlier schedule since I started taking the sleep medication, and I find I like it, a phrase I never thought I’d utter in written or spoken form. In the mornings, I can do some cleaning up and get to work early, when it’s quiet and distractions are fewer. Because I get home before him, there’s plenty of time for me to prepare a healthy dinner without us having to eat at 10 PM. In the evenings, when I’m sleeping, he can focus on code.

Not that we don’t still cuddle and talk. But we both recognize that we’re cuddle addicts. Addicts, I say!

Anyway. Still adjusting to this, but it seems to be working. Better living through chemistry. And, y’know, that whole give-and-take of a relationship thing.

I’m not saying this journal is back from the dead, by the way. Sometimes things do feel like they need to be said. So I’m letting them talk. For now.