I’ve given up my faith in a god, but I have this strange faith in the universe’s omnipotence.
I mean, the universe has to have a sense of consciousness, or else there wouldn’t be such artfully-composed ironies in my world.
I break up with my boyfriend, and then . . . awesomeness finds me.
-I lost six pounds. I was up to 138 (this is heavy for me since I’m about as tiny as Tinkerbell), and today when I stepped on the scale I was down to 132! I don’t think I’ll get back to 118 any time soon, but I’m super happy to be closer to the mid-120s.
-I got a freelance gig yesterday! I was sooo excited about it. I can do it on my own time and bring in a nice chunk of extra money (which will help with paying my new lawyer to finally get my divorce finalized and over!).
-I got called for an interview today at the giant state university in Metropolis! Even more excited about that than I am about the freelance gig!
-I am on my way to have drinks with the Clooney-esque Ryan.
Yeah, life is good 🙂 Thanks, Universe.
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I did hear from Nico last night; he sent me a text that simply said “I miss you.” I read it and thought about how Nico-like it was. He always wants me when I’m a touch unattainable. When we were 16 I remember sitting in my boyfriend’s car with Nico (my boyfriend was out of the car, talking to one of my friends), and Nico talked about himself in third person, something about loving me and not being able to have me. And then I thought about how, twenty years later, when he and I began dating and I was heading out for a night of dancing and drinking with my girls (OMG, there would be *men* there!), that HE brought the word “relationship” into our lexicon.
But once he had me, really knew he had me, the thought of us being in a relationship threatened him. Huh.
I guess that’s another one of the universe’s ironies . . . and what I love about this one is that it isn’t bothering me. I’m completely okay with letting go of someone who only wants me when he has to reach for me.
And that’s why the universe in my new BFF.