The Awesome Office

Getting over stuff by pretending you're a duck is super healthy and not the least bit crazay.

I have so many things to say, you know, that’s why I blog. I gots to let it all out. But I’m not looking for a virtual shoulder to cry on. I’m here to share the things I dig! I appreciate my existence, my gig, my family, my puppy (T.T. Woofabaums), the food I eat, the places I see, the folks I meet, hair wraps, colors, breathing, morning tea, muzak, men, yoga mats, the key chain my mom got me that beeps when I whistle so I can always find my keys, and… well, the list could go on and on. I’m all about awe, forgiveness, consciousness, being present, connections, and good energy. The other stuff is worthless, and the world has enough of it hanging about to get caught up in it.

It wasn’t always this way. I underwent a radical shift many moons ago when me and the ex-master-flex went to splitsville. That’s how hippies say “me and my boyfriend broke up.” I speak the language and I’m a freelance translator. Let me get you my card.

Since then, I’ve been taking this uphill battle on to be happier, healthier and to find my path in life so that hopefully I could be a better part in a serious relationship. Since then, he started dating my nephew’s mother. We obviously went in different directions.

But, I was good. I didn’t lose my shit. I didn’t piss and moan. I maybe vented a little bit on some of the other blogs that I write, but I quickly left the pity party for one. I’m all about forgiveness and I truly did forgive both of them when I found out things were pretty serious. I wished them happiness. More power to them and all of that. I started to really, finally, fully move on. I started taking the steps as to do so at the end of December.

So, imagine my surprise when he contacts me a few days ago, talking about how he forgives me. I figured, okay, I didn’t really do anything that awful, but okay. I left, you forgive me. You did that, I forgive you. Cool. We forgive each other. We’re good. There’s a long story in here somewhere, but there’s no time for it now that I’ve blathered on and on. Let’s just say that it ends with a nasty text from him this morning. Something about how selfish I am, about how I’ll never find anyone as good as him, about how I need to be single because I suck, or something. He was as judgmental as a police officer at a music festival.

What’s the deal, man?

I never once said a bad word in his direction, and will continue not to, even though it gets pretty tough at times.

As I was writing this, I started laughing. I just realized something… I’m not dating this dude anymore. I don’t have to figure him out. I don’t have to take his judgments. He’s with someone else now. I’ll let her care about what he thinks.

Shake it off.

NVM. Love you hippies!