Greetings, readers. In lieu of an actual post for you tonight, I have a link to my latest Miss A article. On Saturday night, my dear friend Amanda and I got all dressed up in our Target dresses, limped around in our heels, and geeked out about seeing Andrew Young, Mayor Kaseem Reed, appetizers being passed by suited waitstaff, and an endless supply of alcohol. A finer time has not been had, at least by these ladies.
Check it out here; don’t forget to leave a comment or a thumb’s up!
Who is as ready for a new beginning as I am? Cool nights, gorgeous trees, new food to cook with, pumpkin, lights, festivals, fairs…yes. This is my favorite time of year. Further proven by the fact that I just lit my new cinnamon scented Cracklin’ Candle. I’m ready, so much more this year than ever before. I’m ready.
Fifteen days, y’all. I’m counting down.
It does indeed.
However, in 14 days I will be accompanying my lovely editor Lindsey to a gala at Atlantic Station; I am covering the event for Miss A. Heartbreak is the best inspiration, as we all know, and I’ve been trying to pick up as many writing assignments as possible, on top of working late (and weekends!). It works.
You bet your ass it is.
Readers, are you excited for the change in season, or are you still deep in summer mode? Are you biding time, waiting for snow and Christmas or is spring more your cup of tea?
Let’s all remember this.
Well, readers, once again the change has come, and I’m not talking about menopause.
The boy and I have parted ways; the only thing I really have to say about it is that life is strange. You think you have it planned? No, nothing ever happens the way you think it’s going to. Nothing lasts forever; I’ve heard it said that every plan is a tiny prayer to Father Time, and sometimes prayers aren’t answered. That’s life.
And so here we are again. Life is wide open, every path is available to me. I don’t know where I’ll be in a year, but 3 months ago I had no idea I’d be here, so I guess the plan is just to hold on for the ride.
I’m sad. I’m confused. I’m broken But I’m also hopeful and ready for the future. I said goodbye to him tonight, summoned my strength and cut all communication. I didn’t want to. I wanted to stay, forever, try to make him come back and love me. But somehow, I knew I couldn’t do that anymore. For the first time, I chose myself, and my life.
So for the first time in 7 years, his number is gone from my phone. His name is gone from my Facebook page. He will probably never be gone from my head (first loves tend to hang around, in a nostalgic sort of way), but he is finally gone from my life. And for the first time in my adult life, it’s just me.
So join me, readers. It’s time for the next phase, the future, my next step. I’d love if you’d join me.