Today I did something that I try to never do: I looked up an ex-lover (for lack of a better term, really) and his now live-in girlfriend/baby momma. A while back I bought a baby outfit for them when she was pregnant (which I only found out after another bout of "researching") and never mailed it. Now I'm glad that I didn't, because that would be a little weird, right? Also, I forgot about it anyway.
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| This is my cat, Pickles. I think he learned this face from his momma. |
So I looked him and her up, let those ideas toss around in my head for a bit, stomped around the house for no reason, and then finally thought,
this isn't about him. Like, at
all. I'm working more on those misplaced things - that missing sweater, my other boot, all those emotions that come when you're in your late 20s and glaringly single and seemingly always buying wedding gifts.
After a semi-tough week, and
Valentine's Day (yes, I said that with a grumble), it's time for some radical self love: dinner, drinks, a fresh hair cut, gossip with the girlfriend, and getting rid of this godawful faded hair color. Who doesn't feel better after a good meal, a story about a broken down El Camino, and getting your hair washed by a stranger?
I am super inspired to
radical self love by my constant chats with
D of Cafe Noir and two great blogs:
Gala Darling and
Olivine's Charm School, both of which focus primarily on just this.
Often I have to remind myself that life is beautiful even when it's broken, cracked, chipped, scuffed, or otherwise flawed. We are beautiful creatures destined for big, big things, right? Right.
In closing, a little bit of
Jawbreaker, Chesterfield King.
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