Happy Vignettes From a Smashed Life that is Slowly Coming Together Again
from my iPhone
On Maui in June I picked up a cheesy hula girl dashboard toy. She was destined for my desk, but it occurs to me as I’m opening the package that “the car” is no longer “our car”. It’s “my car”, and if I want to stick her on my dashboard, I can. Darn it.
Now she dances while I drive.
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Two am. I can’t sleep, and nothing is on the book for tomorrow. The urge to get up and rearrange my closet strikes and I go with it, flicking on the bedroom light, flinging hangers and heels all over the bed and floor, playing music, sorting clothes, disturbing NO ONE. It is glorious.
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In the grocery store I automatically reach for the 1% milk; it’s been 1% in the fridge for years, it’s been 1% in the fridge for the months I’ve spent living alone. I pause with my fingers curled around the carton and suddenly remember I prefer skim, and have, in fact, always preferred skim. The 1% was a compromise that doesn’t need to be made anymore.
I buy skim.
Roobacca
21 Aug 12 at 10:02 am
((Hugs))
Amber
21 Aug 12 at 8:54 pm
This post makes me happy. Really, really happy. <3
Madelyn
22 Aug 12 at 3:56 am
These things are usually possible in happy, healthy relationships. xo
Smedette
22 Aug 12 at 6:03 pm
Thinking of you.
Cindy
24 Aug 12 at 9:17 am
Chris bought this little monkey statue. It was meant to be part of a group of hear no, see no, speak no evil monkeys, but he only found the “speak no” monkey. Except it looked like he was covering his nose. Any way Chris bought it and set it on the back of the toilet as bathroom decoration. A couple of months ago, mom bumped it off and the back of the monkey’s head broke. I had no problem tossing that monkey into the trash.
Reclaiming these pieces of yourself is really kind of fun.