So, in the middle of the craziness of daily life, collage, photography, and what; a hurricane? Panic time? Yeah for some people. In the middle of all this the best way to survive is keep breathing. The sun is going to keep rising and setting even though you may not be able to see it because of all of the clouds.

Its kinda like when Starbucks releases the new and improved Pumpkin Spice Latte. Every year its slightly different and every year people still fall in love with it, drink it until they have pumpkin spice coming out of their ears and then grow to hate it. My point it take pleasure in the small things when they happen, but understand that they can't last forever. They are going to come again.

A few weeks ago my boyfriend and I had somewhat of a dispute about the amount of affection that had been shown to the other lately. I had been giving him and abundance of affection desperately hoping he would get the message to cuddle me or love on me. He though I was horny. This went on for weeks. I would nuzzle up to him wanting simple attention and he would take me to bed. Sounds ok but I was getting lonely. I couldn't get through to him. And overtime I brought it up it would turn into a... well him in the corner on his phone.

I was lonely. So desperately lonely, and tell myself that I shouldn't be and just plain beating myself up about it. By doing this I was only adding to my funk as I was calling it. I was telling my self all this was my fault. I wasn't pretty enough, I wasn't good enough, I wasn't as good in bed, I wasn't something. All this being said he never did anything to give me this impression except being distant and being on his phone and disconnected to me. Even when we had sex it was fast and separated. We weren't loving on each other we were just f*cking.

There had to be some sort of intervention. I couldn't go on like this. I made an effort to talk one night. I literally walked up to him and said: " I don't want to have sex tonight. All I want is attention." Nad he just looked at me. He was confused and I was confused by his confusion. I realized that this was not him drawing away from me or getting bored with me it was us having a miscommunication. I will never forget the light in his eyes when he realized that I had only been asking for love. And when explained to him that that could mean anything. Even something as simple as rubbing my should while we watched a movie, being close to me while I cook. Even just kiss me. Make out with me it doesn't always have to lead to sex I told him.

Now I will admit to having a horrible case of baby fever, and I do seriously enjoy having sex. Who doesn't? We were both at fault here and we both found that out that night when we finally started talking about the big pink elephant in the room. I had been making him feel like I only wanted sex all the time and I thought he only wanted me like that. What can you do?

It seems like this is the cause of so many relationship downfalls these days. To master the art of don't panic you have to first master the art of communication. And seriously this is a hard one. Especially for me. As a writer I do my best communication by writing it down and my boyfriend does his best by action. I have a horrible time making sense of my feelings and somehow making the words come out my mouth. The computer screen is easy but my mouth, heck no.

When we both realized that we really needed to work on our communication it changed everything. It changed our whole dynamic. He started flirting again, I started chilling out about the small stuff again and we were both so much happier for it. We went on dates and we just hung out. Actually we became friends again. We had slipped in to the casual sort of everyday routine and let the friendship slip away. Now we weren't just talking about how bad out day was at work we were actually interested in the others day more than our owe.

So the art of don't panic? Slow down, breath, and don't sweat the hurricane. But when the hurricane starts to build inside your head, take a minute, go off by your self breath, and figure out what it is you are missing. You can't sweat your drama when you don't know exactly what your drama is.