I started this post last week....but never finished it...so I will with some good stuff.
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Yesterday was Father's Day. Yesterday was HARD. Harder than I imagined. Maybe because last year I was still in shock? Maybe because I knew that moron I was dating was getting ready to peace out? Who knows...all I know is that I woke up sad and cried off and on ALL DAY, even left church after Sunday School so as to not cry during the entire service...it was hard...and I underestimated just how difficult it would be. I mean, it took me completely by surprise...the funny thing is, if it was anyone else, if it had been one of my friends I would have thought, "Ohhh, Father's Day is coming up...that'll probably be a little bit of a rough day." But I guess I just didn't think that...
Which leads me to an interesting thought. Last year in my grief group we talked about, "Love thy neighbor as thyself." The interesting thing is that in church (or wherever) the focus is always on loving your neighbor, caring about your neighbor...yet, when it comes to grieving, you have to love yourself. You have to allow yourself to feel what you're feeling whenever you're feeling it. I thought about that on my way to church tonight...I'd talked to someone else who's grieving and she's having a rough time right now and was being kind of hard on herself and I told her, "Who's standards are you living by?" She said, "I guess mine." I responded with, "Well cut yourself some slack! You would cut someone else slack, so give yourself a break..." It's for us to do that though, sometimes...to cut ourselves slack...to allow ourselves the same kindness we would show to someone else.
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I feel like that makes me sound like Buddha on a mountaintop. Ha. Not really, but there is definitely a lot of introspection happening these days...
On to the good stuff.
Friday night I hung out with someone that I think is going to become a very good friend. I'm so excited! Everyone I talk to about it is like, "DATE! DATE! DATE!" That is not going to happen, but I'm very excited to have a new friend so close. Like, within walking distance close. He seems like good peeps, is beyond hilarious, high energy, has good morals, seems like an all-around good dude. We had so much fun at dinner Friday night and ended up closing the restaurant and just laughed and laughed and laughed. It was like we were old friends who hadn't seen each other in forever. Love that.
Saturday morning I went a few towns over and picked up an old friend from college and his wife, went to breakfast, and then took them to the airport. It was again a great time. I'm so thankful for that...people you're friends with that you haven't spoken to in forever but you can still just chill with. Always good stuff.
Saturday afternoon I went to the movies with some friends and saw Brave. It wasn't my first choice, but my first choice was to hang out with said friends. I get to have dinner with a couple of them again tomorrow night because it is someone's birthday, so that's exciting too.
I guess it's just nice that it seems like after seven years I finally have a life here. Granted, I've felt like I've had a life here for a little while, but it seems even more so now...taking new people around town, taking people to the airport, getting together for on a random Saturday afternoon for a movie with some new friends...good stuff. Nothing terribly exciting to anyone else probably, nothing crazy, but so, so good.
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