So, you know, right after the “divorce”, I sort of went on a tear where I had to be having all the fun and the excitement all the time. I guess I had something to prove. Or more like I had something to reclaim. Running off to bars on a whim, Dodging personal questions. Oh wow, Tijuana. Dying my hair “Go-Eff-Yourself-Red”. And who could forget being kidnapped by a rockstar. You get the point. So, yeah, I would say that it definitely wasn’t that I had something to prove (well except maybe the hair) as much as it was about focusing on the positive side of finding myself in the position of being single, which was wholly unexpected.
These days, I reclaim this spot on the couch, mostly. Because right now, the best part of being single is the part where I get to sit here, and not do a damn thing I don’t want to do. I get to watch what I want to watch on TV, listen to this Imogene Heap album that I downloaded the other night as much as I want, scratch my butt, and best of all, have a cat.
So, yeah, it’s Saturday night, and I’m not out on the town, and that’s not the slightest bit unusual. I’m sitting here trying to find a pair of shoes to go with a dress to wear to a wedding in a couple of weeks, because I’ve become a girl who goes to a lot of weddings. And Speak For Yourself really is a very nice album, and you should download it, too.
It may not be as crazy, but it’s me. Me being me with myself (and my cat) , and there’s nothing in the world better than that.
Just sayin’.
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