Okay, so–the title of this post is the subject of this post, sort of. I don’t know how many times the more interesting (and not all necessarily painless) anecdotes from my life have had these four words somewhere near the very beginning. And lately is no exception.
If you didn’t see it on FB a little while back, I’ll give you a quick recap–after my last blog post, my ex, J, tried to warn me off writing about him. Because we don’t talk, he made a comment on the post-and as you can imagine–my reaction/response has gone and will continue to go like this–I will write about whatever and whomever (whoever?) I want to write about. Full stop.
As you may have noticed, I’m pretty mindful of not telling other people’s stories and I tend to ask people if it’s okay before I write about them. But, this is different. It’s different b/c it is my story to tell. And I don’t need anyone’s permission. If it’s relevant to my life–it’s fair game.
On a much brighter and more positive note, I’ve found that when you tweak just one little area in your life, the other areas often line up and fall into place. My sweetheart was that tweak. His presence in my life has made me want to be a better version of myself every, single day. I have never loved anyone like I love this guy–and I’m sorry to keep going on about it–it gets tedious to read, I know. So, I’m hopeful that my next post will bring the laughs and the snark–and then we can all get back to making fun of the absurdity of life and people who just can’t seem to get over themselves. Yeah, after so much turmoil, we could all use a little levity. Until next time, gorgeous friends–thanks for reading!💚
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