And the sun
rose over the city
The wind
swept through the valley
You don't
get over a broken heart
You just
learn to carry it gracefully
~ “The World
Moves On” by Jens Lekman
I love to
eat at restaurants – but I rarely bring home leftovers. The thought of
reheating food that has been sitting out on a table (and then in a Styrofoam container)
makes me gag a little. I do grant an exception for foods that do not require
reheating. I will bring home pizza, fried chicken, bread, and desserts.
Recently I visited a local pizza establishment and was asked if I wanted to
bring the remaining pizza slices home. I accepted, because the pizza was damn
tasty; however, I left the restaurant without the pizza box. The server came
running into the parking lot to give me the abandoned pizza. Great Service!
When I arrived home I placed the pizza box in my fridge; where it will sit
until I remember to consume it or throw it out. Chances are the latter will be
the case. Sad times.
As I type
this, my tummy is growling rather loudly. Growling tummies are so embarrassing
because people around me don’t know whether I am hungry or have serious gastrointestinal
issues. I have to wonder if anyone else feels it necessary to state loudly, “Hmmm,
my tummy is growling,” every time it happens. I know it is a silly insecurity –
yet it is one I cannot seem to shake.
This is a
monumental week for me. It was my birthday and it is also the week that
includes the 14th and 9th anniversaries of my wedding
celebrations. I suppose that I should use this time to reflect on the reasons
why both marriages failed. The reality is, however, that I already know why
they failed. I made a lot of mistakes. They made a lot of mistakes. Many of
those mistakes were severe enough to irreparably damage the relationships. What
I learned from both is that sometimes amazing, beautiful things end in ugliness
– but after enough time passes, it is possible to look back and fondly remember
the amazing, beautiful things once again.
This is why
the human experience is so wondrous. Peace out!
PERSONAL
NOTE: I am happy that you are back to being yourself again.
CONFIDENTIAL
NOTE: I am sorry you are still in pain. I wish I could hug you right now.
