So my dear reader, there is much to report. I'll give you a snap shot and then into my thoughts. I ran a marathon - my second marathon, which was the second poorest life choice next to the first marathon. It was the hottest day of the year to that date, no shade, and half as many watering stations on the second loop. The best part was seeing my handsome bf at mile 9, 13, and 26.2!!! I also had a circle of friends that stayed and supported me through the entire experience (including my Dr. roomie).
Next - I had a death in my family. My cat (Kitty) of 13.5 years passed away May 28, 2010. It is strange the way we get attached to animals. Whenever I was sad, he would curl up next to me and his purring body on my chest would lower my heart rate, every time. I cannot tell you enough of the unconditional love he has given me. Will I get another cat? No chance. I cannot replace such an impeccable love in my life for a while.
Thirdly, Ding. Dong. The crazy is GONE! Yes, ladies and gentlemen that terrible girl has finally left my life (the one who stole my razor blades). She is just about the most horrible person I have ever met. I cannot even refer to her as a roommate because that would imply she was considerate when rooming with others. I never wish badly on people and I will not start now - I can only hope that she stays out of my life forever and that I never meet any one like that again.
And finally. JAMAICA. I spent a wonderful 4 days with my boyfriend and his family. I loved seeing the home that harbors this beautiful family. It might have been all the wine and warm Caribbean waters, but I really felt happy. I was reminded time and again that I was seeing the 'real' Jamaica. The economic gap was unreal and the poverty jolted me into the reality of life outside my little bubble. Per usual on day 4 I left behind this island for my normal bubble - filled with all things me: running, cookies, my lovelies, creativity, and pink. But you know what? My bubble is different. And I will not say that seeing poverty changed my life - I do live in NYC where I see poverty a lot, but I do appreciate my bubble a little more.
So here's the thing... Life is short - especially if you are a cat. However, it's not too short to run a marathon or spend your second anniversary in Jamaica.
It'll never be too late to call your dad and cry about your dying childhood pet. And he will never hang up until you are ready. Every step in a 26.2 mile race is closer than the last - now that might seem obvious, but you have NO IDEA how empowering that can be.
It never gets old to sneak kisses on a family vacation; and it feels like falling in love all over again when you realize "he is my happy". You can forgive but never forget and you have to understand your parents did not raise everyone. People are crazy and some want to just plain hurt you. You don't need them, they don't pay your bills. OH and never name your child after a state.
PS. I vow to blog more often - if you promise to read more. Write to you soon my dear reader.
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