Won't You Ride with Me
I realized that my last post was made two days before the world kind of rotated and spun into something entirely new. I guess that world has come full-circle in this blog now. It started out as a way to laugh at and relate to all of the people living in the internet and trying to date that way, and here I am, head over heels for a man I met on the internet. And that really does seem like a lifetime ago.
Remember back in October when I said I wouldn't date for a long ass time? What exactly qualifies as a long ass time? It's funny, because I met the man I'm dating back in October. I roundly ignored that lightning strike. But the same storm came around in Milwaukee at Summerfest and when lightning strikes twice, you sit up and pay attention. I'll tell that whole story one of these days, after I discuss it with the man. But let's suffice to say, that after I found my place, it was no surprise that it happened to be right next to someone else who had found his. And we're happy. I can't remember being this happy in my life. "Baby, let's not live to see it fade."
Summerfest was amazing. I met with old friends and even made a couple of new ones. I tried cheese curds. I ate six servings of dairy with every meal for four days. I listened to the music that I became and the music from which I was shaped live. That is incredible. I ate good food and I slept better than I have in recent memory. I felt love and belonging amongst my tribe of women. I saw Lake Michigan from a plane and then went and put my toes in what I'm still not sure wasn't a sea. Who knew the beach there was so beautiful?
I came home from that trip changed. He booked a flight to see me three days after I left. It's 2018; 750 miles is nothing. So I waited. And I ran. I'm doing that again. I've been back at it since with dedication. Makes the time between the flights pass and burns off the nerves and energy that would otherwise make me stir crazy. I'm registered to run a half marathon in December. I guess you could say I'm back to me. I missed that bitch. My legs are strong again and my heart is full and happy. I have no doubts about what happens next.
I got a new job. So during all of this was the interview process. I wondered how well I had done but I went in strong, asked for what I was worth and was then tested. I apparently did okay. I now make a base salary of $13,200/year more than my last job with a potential 8% bonus. I don't hate those odds. I started work a few weeks ago and it's gone well so far. It's amazing how little you really have to be able to do in order to prove that you are competent in some fields. I'm good at what I do. You don't have to be good at what you do...but it helps.
I went to Spain with my ex. It was set aside as a totally platonic trip well in advance with me paying for half the cost. By then, I think was already half-sunk in (dare I say here, no, I don't think I do) the relationship I'm in now. When it's right, it's right. Of course the ex made his best attempt to make my whole life difficult for that whole week, starting with insisting that we share a room with one bed. It's part of my nature not to want to entertain more than one gentleman at a time and by then, after kissing my man goodbye at the airport, I didn't want him near me. That sort of intimate contact of a hand on my back or around my waist kind of made my stomach turn. And it still does. Proof that when tested, I'm absolutely a one man woman.
The country was beautiful. I wrote letters from the train and ate more jamon than I care to admit. I drank Spanish wine in the Spanish sun and saw art that I never thought I'd get to see. I was moved to tears by that art more than once. And I think it was because my heart was already starting to fill up with a man who treats me well.
I came home and started my new job after a week of floating around. I ran. I cleaned. I visited. I spent too much time chatting with a man. Life is looking pretty rosy these days.
Next week, I'm off to Portland and then Missoula, Montana and back home. The week after that is Chicago and Milwaukee and Indianapolis. Then Milwaukee again in early October and what looks to become our annual rockfest at the Ryman near the end of October. My life is filled with music, my tribe, and the fella that came to me as a result of both.
All in all, I talk to my mama more. I check on my friends better. I think I'm even starting to be a better mom. I feel like I'm more in tune with the universe than I have been in a long time. It feels good. And I think I'm finally ready. Even when I doubt myself, I have a whole tribe, one very good teenage boy, and a grown man who won't let me settle for less than the best I can do. So, until I get to have that good talk with the man, take care of each other. See live music. Do what makes your heart happy. Then take that happiness and spread that shit around as much as you can. This world needs it.
Remember back in October when I said I wouldn't date for a long ass time? What exactly qualifies as a long ass time? It's funny, because I met the man I'm dating back in October. I roundly ignored that lightning strike. But the same storm came around in Milwaukee at Summerfest and when lightning strikes twice, you sit up and pay attention. I'll tell that whole story one of these days, after I discuss it with the man. But let's suffice to say, that after I found my place, it was no surprise that it happened to be right next to someone else who had found his. And we're happy. I can't remember being this happy in my life. "Baby, let's not live to see it fade."
Summerfest was amazing. I met with old friends and even made a couple of new ones. I tried cheese curds. I ate six servings of dairy with every meal for four days. I listened to the music that I became and the music from which I was shaped live. That is incredible. I ate good food and I slept better than I have in recent memory. I felt love and belonging amongst my tribe of women. I saw Lake Michigan from a plane and then went and put my toes in what I'm still not sure wasn't a sea. Who knew the beach there was so beautiful?
I came home from that trip changed. He booked a flight to see me three days after I left. It's 2018; 750 miles is nothing. So I waited. And I ran. I'm doing that again. I've been back at it since with dedication. Makes the time between the flights pass and burns off the nerves and energy that would otherwise make me stir crazy. I'm registered to run a half marathon in December. I guess you could say I'm back to me. I missed that bitch. My legs are strong again and my heart is full and happy. I have no doubts about what happens next.
I got a new job. So during all of this was the interview process. I wondered how well I had done but I went in strong, asked for what I was worth and was then tested. I apparently did okay. I now make a base salary of $13,200/year more than my last job with a potential 8% bonus. I don't hate those odds. I started work a few weeks ago and it's gone well so far. It's amazing how little you really have to be able to do in order to prove that you are competent in some fields. I'm good at what I do. You don't have to be good at what you do...but it helps.
I went to Spain with my ex. It was set aside as a totally platonic trip well in advance with me paying for half the cost. By then, I think was already half-sunk in (dare I say here, no, I don't think I do) the relationship I'm in now. When it's right, it's right. Of course the ex made his best attempt to make my whole life difficult for that whole week, starting with insisting that we share a room with one bed. It's part of my nature not to want to entertain more than one gentleman at a time and by then, after kissing my man goodbye at the airport, I didn't want him near me. That sort of intimate contact of a hand on my back or around my waist kind of made my stomach turn. And it still does. Proof that when tested, I'm absolutely a one man woman.
The country was beautiful. I wrote letters from the train and ate more jamon than I care to admit. I drank Spanish wine in the Spanish sun and saw art that I never thought I'd get to see. I was moved to tears by that art more than once. And I think it was because my heart was already starting to fill up with a man who treats me well.
I came home and started my new job after a week of floating around. I ran. I cleaned. I visited. I spent too much time chatting with a man. Life is looking pretty rosy these days.
Next week, I'm off to Portland and then Missoula, Montana and back home. The week after that is Chicago and Milwaukee and Indianapolis. Then Milwaukee again in early October and what looks to become our annual rockfest at the Ryman near the end of October. My life is filled with music, my tribe, and the fella that came to me as a result of both.
All in all, I talk to my mama more. I check on my friends better. I think I'm even starting to be a better mom. I feel like I'm more in tune with the universe than I have been in a long time. It feels good. And I think I'm finally ready. Even when I doubt myself, I have a whole tribe, one very good teenage boy, and a grown man who won't let me settle for less than the best I can do. So, until I get to have that good talk with the man, take care of each other. See live music. Do what makes your heart happy. Then take that happiness and spread that shit around as much as you can. This world needs it.
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