I’m not really sure how to even begin this project. So I’m starting in the middle. I’m just doing it and it will feel uncomfortable to the perfectionist side of me, but I just have to start.
You know that moment when you realize something isn’t quite right? Things slow down. Or speed up. Or just stop all together. I can’t remember exactly which tempo took hold of my life in July of 2012, but whatever it was, it wasn’t right. We had just been married 5 months, moved to a new neighborhood away from my graduate school hood and suddenly my husband was behaving erratically. Overly confident and chatty and just weird. I can’t even really describe it because I had never been around someone who behaved this way. I DO remember asking him what the crap was going on and he responded, “I’m just really happy to be back in Salt Lake City.” Right. So happy that he couldn’t stop talking or eating or pacing or spending money or losing jobs.
At this point, you’re probably thinking what I think everyone is thinking about me…DUDE, have you really never seen a stoner movie or spent any time with someone who was high? Really? You’re that naive? And to that I say, YES. I guess I am that naive. Continue reading