Could you repeat that?

On the heels of a month of feeling distinctly loser-ish, I have to document an awesome moment. As I was walking out of Subway in my "house" clothes -- gym shorts & a tank top -- no make up, and without fixing my hair, a completely non-loser guy said as I walked by, "You are so beautiful." I swear, he didn't sound like he was being sarcastic. Granted, he could have been doing some social experiment or been acting on a dare, but I'm choosing to believe he was so swept away by my 40-year-old self that he couldn't help but proclaim his admiration.

Now, as I get ready to do the 40 minute drive to visit a male friend, who takes every opportunity to remind me that he has no interest in becoming more than a friend, I am feeling slightly less loser-ish. Thanks, dude.

Bouncing Back

I think I'm finally seeing the tail end of a two week self pity fest. Totally self-indulgent, I know. That's my prerogative, right? For some reason, my mind kept envisioning an endlessly miserable lonely future. I'm finally over myself (for now). Despite my moroseness, I've enjoyed hanging out with my kids. I have no idea how they turned out so well. Now I'm looking forward to my week of freedom. I miss not seeing them for an entire week, but this is the first time in my entire life that I have had days on end that I didn't have to base my schedule on the activities of 2 or 3 other people. It's completely surreal & I don't see myself ever taking it for granted. Here comes the sun..

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