3 years from now….

I’m sitting here trying to picture it… My son will be 14 by then. I have sworn off dating and relationships until he is out of the house. It would take a LOT to change that.

I used to think that by the time my son was 14 I would be married and just working and raising my kids. Now that all seems like a far off dream. Its back to just me and B.

In 3 years B will be a freshmen in high school. Hopefully following the rules for once and staying out of trouble.

As for me? I feel like I’m entering my Carrie Bradshaw phase. I see myself going to all the work functions with free food (my favorite), spending my mornings writing (I don’t post everything I write you know..), drinking my coffee and enjoying the silence of a quiet life.

Carrie Bradshaw: replacing the shoes and clothes with books and dogs.

When Steve and I split up last spring all my friends laughed at me. Not in a “haha your life sucks” kind of laugh but in the “Other girls who go through a break up do something crazy with their hair. You got another dog” kind of way as my friend AJ put it. But you know what, I was truly happy when it was just me and B in our little apartment. Long before Steve came into the picture. I always wanted dogs anyway (I wasn’t allowed to have them while I was growing up because the apartment had a no pets policy).

Now I own my house, I love my job, I’m getting back into my routine, and I have been feeling more ME than I have in a long time.

From the age of 23 to 29 as a single mom with what feels like a lifetime in between.

Quiet nights that turned into early mornings. Writing on my laptop at the kitchen counter (now at my desk in my home office). Drinking my coffee. Mornings with B before school. Dinner every night. Bedtime stories after bath time (Not that bedtime stories or baths happen anymore, he thinks he’s to big for that now).

When life starts to feel normal again, you start to do your normal things again.

In 3 years… I hope that feeling isn’t “more me” it’ll just be… Me.