…I have nothing to write?
I think maturity has kicked in and I realized the other day, while sitting among the extended family members, dining and reminiscing about the good old days, that I had nothing to say. Meaning, I didn’t want to reflect, I didn’t want to project, and I sure as hell didn’t want to voice any opinion about the past, the future nor the next hour. I think the world is all talked out.
Is this a sign of getting old…yikes!
Isn’t that the truth.
I always wonder why we are blind-sided by love, or the idea of love? And when we think we are inLOVE, we only see the positives.
But since I’ve parted ways with my husband, I realize that all the years we were together, I hardly paid attention to the red-flags or maybe, I simply dismissed them. I could chalk it up to youth and/or being inexperienced, but really it boils down to being insecure and maybe even just plain dumb.
Recently we got together for a talk. A talk he initiated, and I had no idea it was because he was aiming to get back together – that’s the kind of talk I am referring to. After spending a couple of hours with him – literally walking on egg shells because I was doing my best not to buckle and give in – something came over me and I managed to say NO to him – about him moving back in.
Because all I am able to see now is the sides to him that makes me feel jittery and not in a good way (if there is such a thing), and that I know that if I let him back into my life again…he would crush me in no time and that I am no longer willing to live with.
I once heard this quote from a friend I was having a cocktail or two or three with after work. When the two of us got together and bitched about how stressful and crazy our lives were. Mostly because the kids were very young, and jobs were demanding and husbands perhaps even more demanding. She told me “just remember wildflowers spring up in the middle of nowhere.” And I didn’t understand what she was trying to tell me or perhaps I had one too many.
Fast forward 10 years.
I saw the quote a couple of days ago, not sure where and who from but it reminded me of her. And the fact, that I completely believe that I am going to be okay…by myself (for now). Absolutely looking forward to all the possibilities life has to offer…after all the dust settles. And I think it’s going to be worth every while. 🙂
Change the way we think. What a wonderful experience life would be – is the way I need to look at this whole thing.
Dreary days are the worst – especially when you are trying your best to stay upbeat and positive and think the future has the best in store for you. I think it’s time for me to take another trip to somewhere sunny, warm and preferably with a pool where I can simply soak it all in – aiming to heal my aching soul.
I realized on Sunday that I haven’t been listening to music since my road trip to nowhere specific over the past month. So, I grabbed my phone and clicked on Pandora and selected my French music collection. Insert here that my dog has also been high-strung and depressed just as much as I have been. So, the first song came on, an upbeat tune which quickly put me at ease and by song two I noticed my dog was also calming down and finally relaxing enough to fall asleep – which he hasn’t done when I am at home.
Since Sunday the station has been one day and night and I’ve been sleeping just fine.
Could it be – there is a light at the end of the tunnel?
Been moody since yesterday morning, even snappy perhaps, but all of it in private. So I reached out to ‘a friend’ I’ve known for over two decades to make small talk. Like text-talk. GAWD forbid there is actual conversations anymore. And just for s*** and giggles, I asked him if he thought one of my favorite actors was gay? And he laughed at me. You know the LOL and the HAHAHAHA. So I got quiet and shifted my attention to Candy Crush to combat the edginess.
Minutes later he asks – what’s the different? I tell him, I was just curious since the image of that actor I have decided to use as the protagonist in my next novel and if he were gay, that would make it difficult for me to pen him in a torrid love affair between a man and a woman.
More HAHAHAHA and then the silence. So I left it alone and moved on to something else – like feeling sorry for myself and tearing up and nonsense. Nothing productive. Insert here, I should go to the gym.
At midnight my phone illuminates and against my better judgment I squint to decipher what and who.
It was my friend – sending me a link to THIS
I swear I need new friends.
This revelation came to me while I sat through a baseball game in the city, staring at my favorite pitcher make his come back after a dumb injury – his fault for not thinking straight about what leisure activities not to do during an actual season.
Anyway, I realized while scoping the bleachers, watching people interact, that I needed new friends. I mean, I need people in my life that haven’t known me a lifetime nor are too judgy or even overly opinionated about ME in general. These so called friends, who I thought are my friends, are hardly there anyway. It’s usually me who’s been there for them. And with this recent nonsense I’m going through, no one has bothered to touch base with me past the initial announcement I made about my status quo. Why does that happen? The second you are almost too single or too alone, the friends scatter.
Maybe it’s for the best. Out with the old – and in with the new – all around should be my mind-set. Not just in relationship, but also in friendships. The only question I have is – where the f**** do I start? Meaning, how does one make new friends, when THIS ONE is somewhat set in her lifestyle? Scratch that…hmmm, let me think about…
No seriously, where the f*** would one start to finding new friends?
I scheduled a physical for today because I’ve been feeling too much under the weather lately and figured it was best to get myself checked. Although while I sat in the waiting area, I began to wonder why even bother? Or that perhaps I just need a real vacation, unplugged from all things reality. Not the running away I’d been doing.
My cheery doctor walked in, and shook my hand as usual, which, in my case doesn’t make me feel any better. In fact, it puts me under more stress. But I didn’t want to burst her bubble.
Anyway, as always the first question she asks is – what brings you here today. And my first reaction always, a sigh – which I figure would set the tone, or maybe causes the doctor to brace herself – because let’s face it, sigh is the predictable in their line of work.
Today however, she sat there and actually listened to all the s*** I dished out and the more I spoke, the lower her jaw dropped – and although she humored me with an exam, she sat across from me and said – There is only one thing wrong with you – and I held my breath. Your heart…I gulped…she slid closer, and held my hand…and I am certain I turned pale. You are suffering from a broken heart – she said and I cocked my head back, wondering if she was mocking me. But she wasn’t. She was genuinely serious and repeated it again adding – and for that there isn’t much we can do except tell you that it takes time to heal a broken heart – and she wished me well and left the room.
Well this sucks…