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Poor guy. My blogging habits have started to take a toll on my man. He has hit a wall. But you should know that he's partly kidding. He loves that I have "my thing". In fact, I have alot of "my things". And I think that's part of why we work so well. I think I'm like the kite and he's the one holding the string. He lets me fly (in terms of life, this means chasing dreams, building a career, doing projects, socializing). And then he's there to catch me when it's time to come down. Maybe I'm over-romanticizing it a bit. But as I think about it, I realize how lucky I am to be with someone who is secure enough to let me run with things.

Gotta go. Somebody deserves my undivided attention.