Positivity Challenge, Day 2

1. Quiet Sunday mornings.

2. Coffee

3. A good night's sleep.

While We're Both Still Breathing

It continues to astonish me that you, who professes to having moved on to create a better 2.0 version of yourself, who is grateful for the blessing of forgiveness from others, who is described by others as being generous and kind, is so unwilling to extend the benefit of those very qualities to me. Maybe I just don't want to believe, particularly after having established a brainy, humorous, lexophilic connection, that all you were interested in was a little uncomplicated, casual, out of town sex. Even though I expressed to you before we were intimate that I don't do the friends-with-benefits or the casual thing. It's never worked out well because I become attached. I even described to you how I meticulously go about choosing a partner for what I term scratch-the-itch sex and how even that can go badly, especially if I don't follow my self-imposed rules for that activity. You were amused while you massaged my feet. The next day we agreed that this was something we both definitely wanted to do again. That was months ago. In the intervening time, misunderstanding ensued. You didn't give me an opportunity for explanation, preferably face to face. You hurt my feelings and I reacted. Because what happened between us before we met as well as during the brief time we were together, you mean something to me. I have reached out in every way possible to no avail. You seem rigid in your resolve to ignore me, even to project the impression that we never met. Did you have the right to change your mind about me? Yes. The very least you owed me was to man up and have the courage to tell me you weren't interested in seeing me again. I remain grateful that you didn't use the old saw, let's just be friends. I've worked my way through all the stages. I'm doing my best to accept the way things have turned out without asking why. Because it's likely I'll never know why. The thing is, looking back I would still drive four hours through frozen rutted slush to meet you knowing it would end this way. And even today, because it's so rare to meet someone I connect with on so many levels, I would meet you anywhere just to look into your eyes again. For an hour over a beverage to sort it out. This desire paints me as neither weak nor foolish nor desperate. But as a believer in what could be, a sucker for romance, and a woman who trusts that Trent 2.0 is a work in progress.

Ac·cen·tu·ate the Positive

So I've been following my friend Sara's Positivity Challenge on Facebook. And enjoying it for a number of reasons besides the obvious and welcome break from all manner of people dumping buckets of ice water over their heads. Today she nominated me to take up the challenge, which is terribly simple but at the same time gives you pause to contemplate. All I have to do is list three positive things in my life each day for a week and nominate three other friends to do the same. This is a good thing. I have been feeling like I'm in a bit of a limbo-like slump the past few days so a thoughtful exercise in positive thinking may be just the thing I need to pull me from the shadows into the light.

Positivity Challenge, Day 1

1. Being a mom is the first, best thing in my life. I think I came to a complete understanding of love when I held my newborn sons for the first time.

2. Grateful for my sisters Martine and Pam.

3. So fortunate to have wonderful friends who shore me up, make me laugh, and tolerate me when I'm a pain in the ass!

This Is So Me....

Do them with great enthusiasm. And love. And fearlessly.

Oh, The Shame!

Um, so, yeah, the stairwell remains Christmas decorated. Since I shall commence with putting up the holiday frou-frou in approximately three months, it seems counterproductive to haul in the ladder to take it down at this point. Works for me.

Regrets

Here it is, the end of August, and there haven't been nearly enough hammock afternoons this summer. Mostly rain and bugs, specifically mosquitoes, have been responsible for this dearth of naps and/or beers in the hammock. And, yes, thank you, today's was most enjoyable.

Nothing Messy About It

Otherworldly! Or, more appropriately, other sky-ly. Read the story here. I feel a special connection to the Orion Constellation, aka Messier 42. It's the namesake for my firstborn. A self fulfilling prophecy sort of thing. And, yes, it works.