‘in the end only two things matter: how deeply you loved and how gracefully you let go.’
i’m proud to say on the eve of my thirtieth birthday that i’ve gotten pretty damn good at both.
cuz let’s face it, i’m ‘better than your ex, better than the next’ and no one will do it like me, but you’ll wish someone could…
last week my best friend’s fiance left for his bachelor party.
their dog would NOT stop crying about it. seriously…nonstop howling.
so, i did what any fabulous aunt would do. i grabbed his face, looked him deep in the eyes and said ‘he’s gone. he isn’t coming back. get over it.’
and then my best friend laughed and said, ‘that’s what he’s saying to you’
touche. (and probably the funniest thing i’ve heard in a long time! ex oh, dee dee)
i’ve been called out by my best friend. and i’m guilty. (sometimes when i don’t write about things, i can pretend they aren’t happening…hence the lapses in all my journals)
i’m back on the blog wagon now, i promise.
and i’ve got LOTS to say. so, stay tuned…
usually i consider ‘what if’ scenarios a waste of time. that all changed today.
i stopped to consider: what if i’m a princess on another planet and nobody on this planet knows it?
so, if you (like me) are into opening cans of worms, ponder away…
i’m guilty of getting way too caught up in whatever exciting/tragic/ fantastic/depressing event happening in my life (or yours, if we’re besties)…and sometimes (read: never in the moment) it helps to remind myself that ‘sometimes feelings are false.’ and more importantly, they’re only temporary.
it helps (me) to remember what i know for sure…and i’m certain that: happiness is fragile. and i can’t always trust my emotions.
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