Having spent the day packing up box after box after box of stuff ready for our move I just didnt feel like spending a whole nighter out at a club. Dusan had wanted to go party with his friends and I had said I would go. But at the last minute, I really didnt want to. I bailed. Does it mean that I am getting over it (Clubbing) or that I am getting old?
In the end the decision not to go I made because I wanted Dusan to go and have a good time and not feel like I was hanging on and wanting to go. I think it was the right move.
He messaged me later and said I could go to XXL if I wanted but I was really not in the mood. I just wanted to stay home, chill and have a quiet night. I guess that deep down if you love someone and trust someone that much there comes a time that you have to let them go and do their own thing and understand that sometime you have to got to do your own too.
I am purposely trying to stay up a bit later so that I am not completely on a different time zone to Dusan when he finally does get in.
I have a feeling that once we have moved and have the gym on the door step that my energy levels will start to return again. At least I hope they will? Otherwise I was right all along. I am getting old!
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