Music. It touches the deepest part of my soul. Music. It can completely take me out of reality and transform me into another time, another place. It can lift my spirits. It can mellow me out. It can make me feel infinite things. And I am in love with it. I am in love with the way it makes me emote. The feelings it causes. It can overwhelm me. Music. It’s good stuff.
I have this annual dinner with a special group of friends tonight. It’s our fourth year in a row to spend a lovely night at Abacus for restaurant week in Dallas. It’s one of my favorite things. Restaurant week is like a gift from God. It’s delicious food at wonderful restaurants all over that serve a three course meal for a fixed price and part of the money is donated to the North Texas Food Bank. Literally – it’s my favorite thing. Ever! Our group has grown over the years. Significant others have come and gone. People have married into the group. And tonight for the first time ever we are all bringing someone else. Our group of four will be a group of 8. And although this is exciting it was sort of difficult for me to figure out who to invite into my special group. The reservation was made months ago. And although I would have loved to invite a romantic interest of mine I was terrified of the thought of introducing someone I have spent little time with to my group of friends. I don’t know why. My friends are awesome. But I just couldn’t. Instead, I am taking one of my favorite friends. And this person was excited when I asked them. They knew it was a big deal to meet my other group of friends. I’m excited for tonight. Excited to get dressed up. To shave my legs. To wear some makeup. To look like the sexy woman that I know I can be. Sometimes.
“Sarcasm is the refuge of losers” -Richard Hoover, the dad in LIttle Miss Sunshine. If he is right, I must be the queen of the losers. The queen!
I have not had the best of weeks. Personally. Things are going crazy. I am going crazy. There has been alcohol.
Washing dishes. It’s a safe haven for me sometimes. I came home the other night after a long day at work and knew I needed to clean up my house a little or it would just get completely out of control. I did several loads. And I sort of have a system. Plates first. Then glasses. Silverware. Then pots and pans. Then anything else. Wine glasses are delicate so they are saved for last. And as I was being delicate with my wine glass I looked down and realized glass had broken in my hand while I was washing it. Thankfully I didn’t hurt myself. But I remember thinking ‘how in the world is it possible for me to break something with my own two hands and not even realize it?’ My mind must’ve drifted off.
I love the way smoke dances when you blow out a candle. It’s so sexy.
Procrastination. I excel at it.
I am finally unpacking from my summer in Maine. It has only taken me a month to do so. Laundry is happening. Clothes have devoured my bed. And at some point today, I will hang everything up and things will be back in their place. The chaos that was my room was just feeding into my insanity. That will be rectified.
Oreos. Double stuffed. They are my happy place right now.
There was a really bad night this week. I know I mentioned that it’s been a rough week. And it has. I don’t want to go into too much detail. Because I don’t have to share anything and everything. But also because I feel so stupid about some of the feelings that are currently inhabiting my body. Anyway, one night I couldn’t contain my usually easy going, calm, happy nature. I met a large group of friends at the bar because several people who have moved away are back in town and we were celebrating us all being together again. I sipped my beer and sat quietly overhearing lots of conversations going on. After a couple of more drinks I ended up by my dear friend and I instantly teared up. We were talking about life and I couldn’t maintain my composure. I sat crying. At a bar. For a significant amount of time. I told her I needed to leave. We tabbed out and I got in my car and drove away. I lost all composure in my car ride home. I cried the whole way home. I texted my friend that I had made it home. She offered to come over and help or make me food or just sit with me. I refused her help. And after half an hour of crying with no end in sight I texted my dad to see if he was awake. He responded immediately and I called him, still sobbing. I can’t imagine what must have been going through his mind. Not only was it late I could barely get words out inbetween the weeping. He sat patiently. And listened. And tried to comfort me the best way he could from hundreds of miles away. After an hour of talking I was finally in a better place. The sobbing subsided and the numbness was wearing off slightly. I don’t now exactly why I am sharing this. Other that to admit I am human being like everyone else. And there are days where I hurt. So hard. And that despite those days. I know I am extremely lucky. Because when those days happen I have numerous people to turn to. I can call my dad at any hour and cry on the phone. And he will remove the doubt I have in my life and assure me that I am beautiful inside and out and that I have worth. He reminds me that I am meant for greater things. And sometimes a girl just needs the first man of any significance in her life to say those those things. My dad is truly the greatest. If I can be just a quarter of the remarkable person that he is, I would say I am doing petty great. Also, I could never have been more thankful for his insomnia than I was on this terrible night. That’s all.
To another person who often reminds me that they think I am beautiful – sometimes I just don’t know what to say to you. This most recent time was the morning after the above mentioned awful night. And although I don’t always know what to say or how to respond I am so thankful for your sweet words. Seriously.
I am having the hardest time with my best friend being so very far away. The night of crying started because he was texting me. I feel so very special when I get to hear from him. Now that he is officially in his village I won’t hear from him very often at all. And this last week when I was hearing from him every day was so bittersweet because of this. I feel like my life is slowly falling apart and I feel like I could handle that better if he were here by my side.
Marathons. I have to pick my races quickly. Currently I am looking at running the half in Dallas in December. And running the full in either Vancouver or back in Hawaii this spring. It’s been sort of tricky to find races that I can get in around show schedules but I think it’s all going to work out fine. Now I will just have to get my ass in gear and get back to my old running schedule.
There is something so lovely about the view from my couch. I can’t quite my finger on it. Other than I love the way my place looks. And the windows allow me a view of a green courtyard with a few flowers and my vintage metal lawn chairs. Even the gate. I don’t know exactly what it is. But I like it. It somehow makes me feel…home. Safe.
I feel like I am somehow missing out on greatness.
I fear my simple life is about to be interrupted.
There has been construction happening across the street from me for months now. Months. It seems so pointless when you can’t see the results.
Are you playing some sort of game?
I have this friend. Who loves me. But dear baby Jesus he makes me so mad sometimes. Sometimes I just need you to get that I am a girl. And that sometimes girls just need to feel things. And that that is ok.
Last night I decided I wanted to go to my favorite bar. I didn’t really have specific plans to meet anyone in particular. It was late. And I texted a couple of people to let them know I would be there. But I sat by myself for a long time. I had two drinks. I sat alone. And I wasn’t even the least bit anxious about it. I sat and enjoyed the patio. The weather. My drinks. And I sort of felt like I reached adulthood. A couple of years ago I would have been terrified to sit by myself at a bar. But last night. It was nice. Loneliness didn’t really bother me last night. Let’s see how long that lasts.
It makes a girl feel good when people see your ex and they tell you that that person isn’t looking cute. Ha. But it makes you wonder what people would say about you to your ex…
I am about to head into a very long tech/preview process. And although I love this show and the people involved I am already sad my life will only be about work for the next month. This is about the time that I wish I had someone to come home to. Someone to cook for me. To clean my house. And to rub my aching body at night when I get home from a 14-18 hour day.
I have this friend who I have been tempted to kiss lately. I don’t know what is going on with me…other than that craziness I keep talking about.
I’m ready for a roadtrip.
I want to go camping.
Baseball. Oh man. I went to a Ranger’s game this week. And sat practically on the field. Right by the dugout. It was amazing. I keep thinking it would be awesome to have season tickets to something. And I think if I were ever to have time and money I would love season tickets to the Rangers. I love so much about going to baseball games. The atmosphere. The food. The drinks. The game. The sexy men in uniform. So many good things.
I love the way my skin feels after I shower and bathe myself in lotion. So soft. So sexy.
Things I am excited about: fall, cardigans, campfires, s’mores, Aurora, the Texas State Fair!, cooler weather, going to the shooting range, writing more, my next trip, Africa!!
Things I am dreading: running into you, the holidays (mostly because I won’t really have time to celebrate or see my family), that one person never actually making a move, growing up
One on my favorite compliments to date – being told I am incredible. I need more of that in my life.
I want to be pursued.
Recently, I found a white hair on my head. Yes, I have found these before. Usually they are short and not very noticeable. But recently I pulled out a long strand of white hair. And I have to say that didn’t really make me feel great about myself.
I was reminded tonight that I never really celebrated my 29th birthday in Dallas. This is true. Perhaps I will do a roaring 20s half birthday this year to make up for it. Get excited!
Puppies. I think I want one.
It sort of makes me feel good to see people from high school or college who were teeny tiny who are now normal sized people. But I have to say it makes me feel terrible to see myself now compared to then. I was something back then. I was vivacious. And stunning. And now. I am different. Older. More jaded. Less appealing. But I guess that’s what life does to you.
I’m terrified of being average.
Lately I can’t hep but want a pair of cowboy boots.
Never in a million years would I have imagined that I would like moonshine as much as I do. Especially the Dixie flavor. Dear God. It’s good.
I had the worst dream a couple of nights ago. Cockroaches were involved. I have to say, I didn’t really know what a cockroach was until I moved to Dallas. I never saw them growing up. They mortify me a little bit. Because they can endure so much. And squashing them takes so much effort. So gross. Dreams about them are the worst!
I want something more in my life right now. I can’t be more specific about what I want. I just want something more than I have.
There are so many bruises on my body. I am not certain how I got them all.
AHHHHHH!!!!
I hate when you get a pedicure and then come home to find that one of your toenails already has some problem. Perhaps I leave to quickly. Always on the go.
I miss running through the sprinklers.
When did I become so cynical? I am pretty sure I texted a friend today after they were checking up on me. I think I said something to the effect that I am not a pessimistic person…but that I am realistic. And that is a big reason I don’t just chase after every dream willy nilly.
Yes I just said willy nilly. With no regrets.
Pretty sure I am currently sleeping with a spider. I have so many bites on my today.
There is this bet that I have going with a friend. I will be interested to see who wins. Or if anyone ever wins.
Sleep. I need sleep.
I want to be wanted. And needed.
I also want chocolate.