It's been a wild month in so many ways...some of it wonderful...and some of it has been pretty difficult. Two years ago--and by that, I probably mean a year ago--everything that's been happening would have overwhelmed me and sent me into something of a stupor. Now, I can roll with the punches. I guess this is what being in a good place feels like.
First, and the most undeniably lovely. I watched one of my dearest friends bring a baby boy into the world. In her bedroom, surrounded by her husband and friends who love her, she did this remarkable thing. It was simply awe-inspiring. For about 90 seconds, I was *almost* sorry that my baby making days are behind me.
The girls and I went on a road trip over the Fourth to Colorado...we took Megan (who is a regular weekend fixture in our home) along for the ride, and enjoyed a peaceful 5 days in the mountains. There were a couple of moments when I wondered why the hell there were no grown-ups on this trip...but we got through it. Sara made friends with Eleanor, our 77-year-old next-door neighbor at the hotel, who would sit on the balcony in the evenings with a bottle of wine, which she was kind enough to share. The weather was lovely, even though it was stormy on the Fourth. Also...pot really IS legal there. And people really DO smoke it in the streets in some places.
I'm starting to get back into shape...the kind where I feel good most of the time, not the kind where I look spectacular. I'm gradually starting to run a little without too many complaints from my ankle, and I'm taking yoga classes again, which makes a HUGE difference.
As for the rest.....work has been particularly challenging in recent weeks, mostly because of the dishonest nature of one person. On the upside, everyone else--especially C and B--has been amazing and supportive, and helped me to see the situation for exactly what it is. For that, I am grateful...we have a lovely new hire and are looking forward to the future. I'm still missing my Lisa something awful, of course...but I think we can officially declare Shit on HR Month has come to a close.
One of my oldest friends visited me this week...sometimes it's a year or more between visits, but we always pick up as if no time has gone by. I have a few like this (Linz), and I love them for it. This was a bittersweet visit, as she is caring for her mom who is fighting breast cancer, and has been feeling quite overwhelmed of late. We shared pizza and tears, along with more than a few laughs...I'll be keeping her close to my heart in the months to come.
As for dating...well...this is me. I suppose I am incredibly selective, and there are *some* who tell me I am crazy for breaking things off with a handsome, genuinely nice guy with good insurance who treats me like gold. BUT. It's not enough if we run out of things to talk about in 10 minutes. I'm not looking to catch a husband, and I really don't care if I ever get married again...if I was willing to settle, I could have several times over by now. It's just that I'm not willing to settle for any less than a best friend.
Who knows? Maybe I already found him. Maybe it was a long time ago. Maybe not....but in the meantime, I'm still happy.
