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Lucky Duck!

I’m not saying that at the age of 26 you’ve got all your shit figured out, but if you haven’t picked up a few things along the way then you’re missing something.

As I’ve *cough* gotten older I have become a little less selfish more reflective.  Since my most recent breakup I have become so much so that sometimes I am completely distracted during day to day activities.  I’m too busy comparing and contrasting.  Thinking about me then and me now etc.

This evening I had dinner with two of my best girls, my wifey and my single-lady-partner-in-crime.  After dinner we took my pups for a walk around the neighborhood because we’ve all decided, thanks to Kaila, to get fit.  I watched Kaila struggle* to run with Otis and Simone laugh at her efforts. I thought to myself, this is pretty damn great. I know, it’s a little nauseating, but I have some fantastic friends.

Thank you bunnies ;)

*Kaila isn’t so out of shape that she can’t run with a 17lb dog, it’s just that Otis is really fast!

Face your fears

Today I did just that.  I faced my past, actually.

For those who really know me (and my past) I don’t do ex-boyfriends.  For me, when it’s done, it’s done.  It helps me to move on if I just pretend they died or something because really, it’s nicer to think their life doesn’t go on after you.  I’m so damn terrific there’s no way they can still get out of bed, right?

For two years I have ducked THE ex with a flair that some might only reserve for their best karaoke performance.  One time, I pulled my hair past my face and was flanked by two men, who escorted me out of the building.  Just so I wouldn’t have to face him!

Today I grew up just a tiny bit.  No, I didn’t meet THE ex for coffee or anything.  I went to a three year old’s birthday party, knowing perfectly well the MexEx would be there. And you know what?  It felt good.  To this day, I still hope that THE ex is miserable and suffering without me, but I looked at MexEx and it was fine.  I didn’t want him to die, I don’t wish loads of misery on him… I just looked at him and thought WOW.  You were my boyfriend and now you’re not (which kinda felt weird).. and you still exist?  It was a totally different experience, one I’d obviously never experienced before.

I know it wasn’t a perfect interaction.  We actually never even got within 15 ft of each other.  We did make eye contact, we smiled, I waved and said hi.  Seeing him for the first time since our parting ways, I think that was good enough.  Who knows, maybe next time we’ll high five?

One small step for me…

When I grow up I want one juuuust like her.

I found her on this blog I just ran across and haven’t had much of a chance to peruse.




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