I consider myself a pretty laid back woman, maybe moderately emotionally neurotic, but otherwise pretty chill. I can easily lose myself and time completely watching clouds shape-shift; I often just sit peacefully and do nothing but immerse myself in a delightful cup of dark coffee; I have lost hours of my life arranging flowers or pruning plants. I’m just really in the moment. Or something…
… hoooooowwwwever, I’m always on the move. I wouldn’t have it any other way- everything I do is important to me, and there are never enough hours in the day/week/month to spend as much time as I would like to with the people that I love. I have to literally be taken out, knocked on my ass with physical illness to miss out on my gigantic beautiful life. And that is precisely what happened this past week.
I hurt my back like 3 years ago- it’s not a huge deal, many people have the same back issue that I have and somehow we all figure out how to co-exist with an often unreasonable amount of discomfort and physical limitation.
A little more than half the time, I can do whatever I want- because I take really great care of this body-temple with yoga, nutrition, rest, and H20. Sometimes, tho, I will sneeze or move the wrong way and boom! 4-8 weeks of limitation, rehabilitation, and frustration. Now, maybe 5 weeks ago I did *something, not sure what, and have been hammering through my life between chiropractor appointments and handfuls of ibuprofen. The first order from any doctor treating this particular back injury is “REST” and in my mind, this meant “do not exercise” which you can probably easily see are two totally different commands. Thus, my nature so refined, I came down with a fever and total inability to do anything but sleep and cry for the past 5 days- which has provided just the rest required to move me in the healing direction. Yay.
So, I have not done any asking outs or dates or anything even remotely frisky, I’ve mostly been asleep. When I could no longer lie down because it hurt too much, I gave myself a glamorous blow out and practiced my Mila Kunis smoky-eye make-up applications by watching YouTube videos. Honestly. I looked really hot (read:CRAYYYYZAAYYYY) when I went for the MRI, let me tell you: smokey eyed model hair in Chucks and skivvs wincing my way through the click click clicking of that modern day iron maiden. Bullshit.
SO, all I am saying here is HELLO and HERE I AM. So looking forward to some new action. Sort-of sad to say that the man I was really excited about last week has stopped communicating with me. I am or was surprised by it- our second date was really nice, and we had plans to do things together after that. There is no one thing that I could pick out to have predicted this. He did mention that he had a very hectic work week ahead, and I get that- but busy work week or not, we have all read “He’s Just Not That Into You” and if you haven’t, all it means in this context is, well, obviously dude is not that into me.
Remember this, my sweeties: when someone shows you who they are, believe them.
xxx
no i do not love you 