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Lighting Fires With Vikings
Since kicking off this newsletter, I aim to share not just my services, but my personal stories. Episodes and events that pepper my life in lesson-learning ways that I hope will offer some kind of relevancy to my readers, through humor or connection in some way.
I recently moved in with my Viking boyfriend. Oh, the love! The rush of newness! The joy of having coffee made for you in the morning, followed by tasty smoothies!
And also, side-saddled with the excitement of taking this new turn in life came the subtle panic over private space I now have to share. I did the math, and it’s been almost 10 years since I’ve moved in with a partner. Committing to a relationship at the level we now share spaces is a BIG. DEAL.
At least from where I peer out.
Him? He’s like — easy peasy, what do you want for dinner? As he leaves his drill on my jewelry table, his architecture tools on my desk, and moves throughout his day doing his thing.
He doesn’t seem to miss a beat in this life transition in the same way I do. That’s okay. I honestly don’t mind the changes and extra things laying around at all. I just notice them.
I also have noticed the way my thoughts race down one rabbit hole after another as the passing of each day reveals new habits we each have that hadn’t been a big deal…
