Friday, August 20, 2010

Serenity Prayer...

Dear God, I ask that you grant my ex-boyfriends the serenity to accept that I really don't want to talk to them, the courage to step away from the phone when they feel the need to contact me and the wisdom to know that I really meant everything I said when we parted ways. Amen.

Yes, I've been gone for quite some time... No need for re-introductions. I am still the same smart-mouthed, witty, sarcastic, sensitive, sweet and intelligent femme that I was many, many, many (ok, darn near forever) ago when I penned my last post.

To be honest, I stopped posting because I knew 2 things were happening: 1) my ex was likely still reading my blog and staying up to date on all the happenings of my life even though he should have no interest in doing so and 2) I was becoming a little bitter about reason #1. But, through some venting and a little therapy (albeit some it retail) I have worked through my issues with that boy...and now I figure, whosoever will, let...free blog posts for all...

Hmmmm, I guess I should catch you up on a few things: I'm turning 29 soon (I have mixed feelings about that...), I'm still in the same place as before (but, I will be talking about that less because people have a tendency to read and overshare (which, if you're one of those people considering doing that, it's probably not a good idea...), still dealing with the same guy as before (this a do as I say not as a do blog...), and living life while trying to find my place in it. Myself, I've found. Everything else, not so much.

Speaking of the same guy as before---he's still the same. I try not to think about him as much or get wrapped up in that as much, but let it suffice to say that I am not as much head over heels as before. I like to consider myself standing up straight and walking into the messes I get myself into. I have learned to pick my battles and to stop digging for dirt even when left with a shovel. I can't say I've gotten any less dirty in so, but I've managed to keep my nails clean at least. Even though romantically I am not where I'd like to be, I can at least define, for myself---without needing anyone else to, where I am. And, if you know anything about me at all, you know that is progress...

So, because I have things to do (I am an adult, after all), I leave you with this...

If you have to ask yourself, "is she talking about me..." , its not you...just someone like you, *exactly* like you even...