After Wander and The Little Brother left church I was given the privilege of driving both them and myself to Uncle Mid Life Crisis’ barbeque. I didn’t mind. The more time I spent away from my phone the more time I didn’t have to think about how I feel. If you haven’t pieced the puzzle together me and feelings are on opposite ends of the picture frame. Besides feelings are for the winter, technically I can avoid this for a few more weeks, can’t I?
As I sat in the car with Wander contemplating how one lives with a bruised ego and a broken heart she offered this morsel, “You don’t have to go through this alone. I know you love him. Men are assholes but I have a feeling you will work this out with my future son-in-law. If you need to talk I’m here. I don’t always want to hear about the good things”
Speechless! Does she have some sort of telepathy? It must be some innate mother gene that allows her to sense my discomfort. I couldn’t even verbalize how I felt to her. I hate crying but I couldn’t hold it anymore. Crying ain’t sezy. Luckily it wasn’t one of those snot nose cries instead just silent tears ruining my mascara. Afterwards I felt a little bit better but I didn’t get any answers besides my mom’s inside my heart and I likes it.
I Love Blogging!!!!!!
Yesterday I woke up feeling blah. It happens from time to time. I’m still working my way through emotional ish about work, the Spaniard and my family. Yesterday the weight of the world sat on my shoulders or at least that’s how it felt and instead of my normal routine after waking I picked up my laptop and began perusing some of my usual blog suspects.
Scanning my blog roll I noticed that Nydgo and Lotus B had new posts. In my gloom I let my fingers take me into someone else’s reality to escape mine for a second. This is one of the things I love about reading blogs. Blogs allow me to live for a brief time in someone else’s skin. In that skin I experience new things as well as confirm some of the ish in my own life. That skin validates some of my life experience and from time to time provides new perspective on similar situations.
Women are deep puddles…I am not adrift alone… those gems dropped from Nydgo made me think about how supportive my best friend has been of late. She’s listened as my heart contradicts my mind about boys and family with no judgment and her most clever jokes to date. It’s keeping me grounded.
It’s just a simple twist of fate that we are who we are and that we have what we have… indeed! Lotus B preached to me through wordpress. And it’s so effing true. The biggest difference between me and that guy last night who asked for a dollar isn’t my fantabulous education or my inclination at stringing some words together or my ability to razzle dazzle a group of people during presentations, vain much. Dollar Dude and I are the same with different circumstance! What I walked away with, smile for the small things that are going right in your life and try not to dwell on the negative.
So this week’s joy: My Blogging Clique (in my head) in no specific order:
