My second bath of the day just ended.

I’ve been feeling behind all day, despite that it’s Day Light Savings and we gained a whole hour today. One whole extra hour to fill with useless things that make us feel useful. My kind of stuff.

I’m sitting in oversized jogging pants (the kind with the elastic at the bottom) and a red silk kimono Rob bought me for my birthday a few years ago.

I decided to type next to the bathroom, while he shaves.

Our best talks are just like this: Him doing his thing, and me doing mine. We’re within arms reach of each other, but lost far in our thoughts, so we can just be ourselves and together at the same time.

The soundtrack of our lives this weekend was Ray LaMontagne. (I tweeted him as “ray ray” all day Friday. no one really responded though.) I went old school and grabbed his Gossip in the Grain album from HMV; it was one of the albums playing while we got our tattoos last spring.

We haven’t been able to turn ray ray off since Friday night. We can’t seem to leave a room or enter one without a little ray ray blasting on the laptop somewhere nearby.

Rob asked me if it was the lyrics I related to, the music itself or both. “The music, mostly” I said. “..but the words are equally as raw and I can’t get them out of my head, so..”

Years from now, I think Rob and I will listen to this album with fondness; we ‘ll remember it as the time in our lives when we pushed as hard as we could, with everything that we did. We’ll remember it as the time we actually felt like real adults; the decisions we were making, both in our work and in our home, suddenly had more value than ever before. Suddenly our decisions mattered.

Life on this side of 29 has been different; I’ll give it that.

The very thing I spent time “preparing” for – even starting a blog about – turned out to not have as sickly an effect on my life as I had once thought it would. (Good news: turns out the horror stories we hear about turning 30 are just myths. go figure.)

I’ve been working a lot lately, just learning as much as I can about the things that interest me. Now that ’30′ is here, more of  my ideas seem to be transforming into actions, which in the past, I’ll admit, has been my weakness. I know many of you have experienced this trigger-shy syndrome, too: You get close to something awesome and then, just as you’re about to pull the trigger and take the next step towards it, you walk away with your gun half-cocked and miss the target. Total tease.

Well, when you’re not 29 anymore, you pull the trigger a lot more, because you realize that “preparation”, although important, can sometimes be overrated.

So, Rob and I are discussing this very topic – trigger-shy moments, etc – and he says to me: “We spend our lives preparing for change, when all we have to do is learn to accept it.”

I posted it (as I often do with Rob’s -isms) to my Facebook page. Not surprisingly, my status got some response from friends; turns out Rob’s little phrase hit a few nerves, including mine, of course. I only wish I’d thought of it myself.