my best friend informed me that my mr. forever is out there looking for me. and i feel awful for him… if you know me at all, you know i live like a granny. in bed by 9pm most nights and when i am out in the world, i am oblivious to most things around me.
in an effort to make my future mister’s life easier (let’s face it, he’s gonna have his hands full with me), i’ve pledged to wear brighter colors and send out smoke signals.
i hope he likes hot pink.
this morning, i was paid a lovely compliment (by an even lovelier friend). something along the lines of: she’s inspired by how i’m so open (and continue to be) in situations where others may have shut down and closed off.
truth is: i’m not quite perfect. but i AM rather fabulous. and receiving positive reinforcement from someone you admire has a way of brightening your day. (a good workout and brisk mountain air never hurt either)
the irony of the situation is that she’s a factor in why i’m the way i am – it’s cyclical. we’ve had several eye-opening discussions about breaking old patterns. and i’m constantly working on being the best version of me i can be.
what i’ve learned is, there’s always a light on the horizon and as long as you keep an open heart (and mind), the universe will ‘grant’ your wishes. 😉
i’ve been indulging myself in some serious sex & the city time.
and big is infuriating. failing to commit. refusing to introduce carrie to his mother. and then running off to paris only to marry someone else? ew! and what’s worse is that after all that carrie still doesn’t value herself enough to cut ties with him.
now, i love me some carrie. i really really do. i love the clothes. i love the writing (duh). and i love her relationship with her friends. and i relate to all of it…but the big thing i can’t get on board with.
big is self-absorbed, not interested in getting to know her friends, and completely unavailable. aidan is sweet, great with his hands, funny, and isn’t afraid of commitment. NO BRAINER.
so, while i do have a post-it as a lovely remnant of my last relationship and a closet (or three) full of clothing, for me, it’s always been aidan.
my brother is fifteen years older than i am. for as long as i can remember i’ve called him ‘nerd’ and somehow over the years he decided that ‘nurse’ was the female form of nerd so that’s how he tends to refer to his darling little sister.
my brother and i play this game. ‘i got you last’ – it’s similar to ‘tag, you’re it’ except we only play as we’re leaving each other. never when we’re just hanging out…(cuz that wouldn’t make sense) the point is to be the last one to touch the other.
the game always escalates quickly and no matter how high my heels are or how full i am after dinner, i ALWAYS feel compelled to run after him to get that last hit in. clearly, our game has resulted in crazy chases up and down stairs, object throwing, and (my personal favorite) the time i thought he left and was really hiding near my front door to get me.
we’ve been playing this game for years and years. and i never thought anything of it until i had a friend around to witness it. it occurred to me that perhaps playing our version of tag at 30 & 45 isn’t normal…but it’s playful, fun, whimsical, silly, and always makes me laugh. just like my favorite person in the world.
even if he is a big nerd.
that i have the best friends a girl could dream of.
that i get to see all my favorite people in the same month as my birthday.
that 30 is far better (dare i say, amazing?!) than i had ever imagined.
and that it’s cold enough to wear boots daily.
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