Since announcing my separation, I have intentionally not written much, if anything, about my romantic life. (Yes — shockingly — I have one! Well … I don’t know if “romantic” really defines my experiences over the past year and a half, but you get the idea). At first it was out of respect to my ex, but that has not been an issue for ages now given all the time that has passed. I think it’s more been a question of, do I really want to go there? And if so, how far to go?
The truth is, dating is a giant ball of ridiculous / hilarious / tragic / confusing / comical / traumatic /emotional nonsense that can be fabulous, or fabulously horrific. In other words, good times! Why not share some of the juicy details — when and as appropriate — for your reading pleasure?
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One thousand, one hundred thirty-four days after moving into the apartment I call home, I am moving out. My new apartment is the first place that I’ve selected on my own, without a live-in boyfriend/husband (yes, the same person), since 2003. I move in on Saturday.
In spite of the drama that involves any move, I couldn’t be happier for this new beginning — and am amazingly not stressed about it either. Continue reading
Last Monday (or I guess two Mondays ago now), July 23, was my birthday. Happy birthday to me! In the midst of finalizing an (obviously) eloquent post about what I’ve learned throughout the year, how I adapted to all of my life changes, new goals and resolutions (blah blah blah, boring boring boring) my life was thrown for a complete loop. That post still remains drafted an unfinished, and many other projects of the personal and professional nature were immediately put on hold as well. Like it or not, my life has changed. Completely.
Yes, folks, it’s true. I got a puppy. A (now) 12 week old, 4.5 pound chihuahua mix rescued from a hoarding situation. Meet Pippa, Duchess of Tisney! Part Mexican jumping bean, part monkey, all love and licks and cuteness.
Holy crap, how is it July already? Is 2012 really half over? If the insanity and utter chaos of the past several weeks is any indication, the holidays will be here in a hot second.
I know I’ve been a bit silent on the old blog here recently, thanks to a ridiculous amount of chaos, confusion, drama, weather-related panics, postapocalyptic preparations and other craziness. Needless to say it’s been an eventful start to the summer, a season which this year I vowed would be my “summer of fun”.
Below paraphrases a recent email exchange between me and my (married) girlfriend in New York.
Are you back on the dating scene? If yes, I have someone I want to
introduce you to when you’re visiting …
Well folks, here we go. Apparently, it’s on. And by, “it’s on,” I don’t necessarily mean for me — more for everyone else!
Earlier today, I had a conversation with a professional contact with whom my contract was coming to an end. After closing out the transition discussion and asking me what I was doing next, he told me quite simply:
“You need to get your shit together. What do you want? Want to do you want to do? Make it happen!”
The worst part is, he’s right. I think. Or not? Continue reading