Today began with the imminent threat of disaster, we were out of coffee! Favorite guy quickly intercepted with a trip to the store where he also scored the gorgeous bright orange Gerbera daisies you see above. I didn't hit the yoga mat, as much as I wanted (and needed) to, I just couldn't get up the drive. I do however, still have tomorrow since the leftover Chinese went over without incident. In all, today was a much clearer, forward-thinking day than yesterday. I'm proud of myself. Any deviation from "The Plan" generally brings on a toddler-like primal emotional response, and that didn't happen. No groaning, no pouting, if I could manifest the thoughts and emotion in physical reaction, I'd say I straightened my crumpled collar, gently brushed errant hairs from my eyes and rather assertively walked away. I feel good, very good.
Ending relationships has that same dichotomy of trauma and triumph that I experienced with the wretched, rectum-altering experience that is natural childbirth. Relationships grow and grow and grow, and almost inevitably you reach a point where the two of you intrinsically know it's time to separate. What ensues is an agonizing, expletive-laden process of pushing and pulling. Ultimately, you're torn apart and with one last deep breath and guttural vociferation, you've a new beginning.
Relationships are complex, sensibilities-cannibalizing drags for introverts. Much like growing teeth, and the presence of pinkies, they are evolutionary glitches. At once uncomfortable and unnecessary, but we're stuck with them. With that all figured out, I leave you the morsel above and a reminder that quality trumps quantity. Peace.