Don't cross the streams!

One person out there is going to find that really funny.

Everyone should get a chuckle out of it.

However it is very fitting.

This last weekend I had four days to myself.

All to myself.

I could do whatever I wanted.

So I thought.

Granted I did have a lot of fun being myself for a change, but thinking I had no limitations on my time was folly at best.

I simply found the two halves of my life clashing.

Getting in the way of each other.

Certain obligations came up that I had to do as him.

I still got time as myself.

Plenty of time.

But I switched back and forth far more then I cared too.

Or wanted.

I was basically crossing the streams.

And if you were a little fuzzy on the whole good/bad thing.

That is bad.

At one point I nearly thought I was going to lose it.

You know, flip out, go off the deep end.

I was straining not to just break down and cry.

This weekend I think cause me to think about how much living Option #2 sucks.

I really, really don't want to do that anymore.

Regardless, I still had a very good time this weekend, spent time with some new friends, saw some old ones, and generally when I could I enjoyed 'myself' immensely.

Then considering the messiness of the weekend, progress moving forward helped a lot too. Monday I resumed hair removal from a few key places. And even though it hurt it felt good to know I was doing something to advance.

Lastly I have the Decision post, done, finished, kaput. It is long and I think covers it the subject quite well. But it light of the things that happened this past weekend I hesitated. I'm not sure why, exactly. I am still trying to figure that one out. I figured I'd give myself a few days to think about it and see what happens. I just want to make sure I wasn't rushing it or if it was just general exasperation at everything that occurred.

Time will tell.