Five days... 20 e-mails... I'm thinking, "why do I have to wait until Sunday to talk to you?" The e-mail asking that question is no sooner hurled into cyberspace than my phone rings and it is him... wondering the same thing.
An hour and a half later, the call ends abruptly... seems our conversation outlasted his cellphone battery.
Friday, July 31, 2009
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
The Do-Over
Rarely in life do we get do-overs... I think that I have just been given an amazing gift... a do-over with a wonderful man who has loved me since we were kids. I don't know what the outcome will be, but I do know that just having him back in my life today is blessing enough.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
The Girl
Once upon a time, there was a girl who had been through a lot with a boy and she was scarred and fragile. She met another boy who adored her... and she adored him, but somewhere in the dark corners of her mind, she didn't think she deserved him. For years she felt unworthy of anyone's adoration, but eventually, she found healing and wholeness and joy. The boy is back... only he's a man now... The girl wonders if he would understand... she wonders...
Once upon a time there was a woman...
Once upon a time there was a woman...
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Moving On
I've been in Midlothian for one month today... divorce complaint has been filed... new job is underway... life is settling in.
It's odd that my parents are selling the home in which I grew up. I spent the morning and early afternoon sorting through a big box of my stuff from high school and college... it's funny because there are some people of whom I have absolutely no recollection. Then, there are the fond memories, like Richard Greener -- a summer vacation crush from 1979. Mom found pictures and I found several letters he wrote me... Oh, for the innocence of youth.
Feeling nostalgic tonight and more than a little lonely... This is a lot of change to process all at once. I know I need to be cautious with my feelings... I'm probably the most vulnerable I've been in years.
Moving on... to what? Only time will tell.
It's odd that my parents are selling the home in which I grew up. I spent the morning and early afternoon sorting through a big box of my stuff from high school and college... it's funny because there are some people of whom I have absolutely no recollection. Then, there are the fond memories, like Richard Greener -- a summer vacation crush from 1979. Mom found pictures and I found several letters he wrote me... Oh, for the innocence of youth.
Feeling nostalgic tonight and more than a little lonely... This is a lot of change to process all at once. I know I need to be cautious with my feelings... I'm probably the most vulnerable I've been in years.
Moving on... to what? Only time will tell.
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