1. breakfast danishes.
2. taking a shortcut.
3. getting talked out of eating fast food again.
4. giving directions to strangers.
5. fiancées who know exactly what I need.
Tag: relationships
grace in small things. 1265 of 1460.
1. waking up in my own bed.
2. finding the office still intact after two weeks away.
3. enjoying the first crop of tomatoes from the rooftop garden.
4. very generous sample givers.
5. everything getting back to normal.
grace in small things. 1244 of 1460.
- getting dressed up even though it was casual friday.
- trying on my version of wedding dresses.
- the antics that happen after spending hours trying on clothes.
- not looking at price tags.
- touching all of the pretty fabric.
grace in small things. 1237 of 1460.
- needing to wear my sunglasses.
- feeling good about myself.
- finding a patio.
- the elvis platter.
- celebrating a friend’s engagement.
grace in smal things. 1225 of 1460.
- getting in and out of dim sum in 25 minutes.
- a little sidewalk gardening.
- the most ridiculous and awesome stage performance of a keyboardist ever.
- how too tight pants really accentuate pelvic thrusts on stage.
- an only mildly awkward interaction with the friend of an ex.
like the back of my hand.
I always forget just how big the ocean is. I’m protected in my little neighbourhood, and by the mountains surrounding the bay. I can’t see the horizon lines anywhere.
Returning home after spending a week in the neverending prairies, I realized just how much I don’t see. The view out of the plane window gave me butterflies. It was like learning something new about a lover and falling for them all over again; someone whose body is so familiar that you could draw them from memory. Every curve, every scar, so etched into your brain that you can remember it years later when you’ve started etching someone else’s curves and scars into your memory.
I know my life here well, but perhaps it’s time to take a little walk down the street, around the corner and down a road I haven’t been on before.
grace in small things. 185 of 365.
- all the friends I have collected from failed relationships.
- conversations that go from beauty products to famous ex-boyfriends to farm accidents to politics and back to beauty products.
- the combination of food, wine and fabulous people.
- the last Thursday of the week.
- the good hostessing skills I inherited from my mother.
what’s mine is mine, and what’s yours is yours.
I just had a relationship end. Two nights of intense, heartfelt and completely candid talking culminated in us saying goodbye. There just wasn’t enough chemistry. And we faked it for a long time. There’s a lot more to it than that, but there always is, isn’t there? It’s never a simple story. Yes, it can be broken down into the basic elements, but the whole story still exists. That deeper story is very real to the people living it, but it’s not that important to the spectators. And that’s ok. No one else but the two people involved can ever truly know what happened or what was felt. Other people can relate based on their own experiences, but it’s never quite the same, really.
That’s the good thing about relationships that end – you will learn from the experience because something about it will be different than any experience you’ve ever had.
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