So, this evening, I took a very, very rare opportunity to get out of my comfort zone. I was invited to dinner by the father of my children, which I totally accepted, because I enjoy his company and beer and oysters. But after he left the restaurant, I went back to the bar and sat down and ordered a beer and some grouper bites, just to have some "me time".
And then two ladies came in and sat a couple of chairs away from me. My mind suddenly needed some conversation, so I asked them if I could scoot down and chat with them. They said, "of course, come on!" So I then scootched over and began a conversation. Turns out they were sisters, one of which had the same short nickname of "Dee" as I do. We talked for a while, and I totally fell in love with them, in a "girrrrrl, I love y'all" kind of way.
Now I have a new restaurant that I am going to try, because one of them owns it, and I left feeling really happy that my brain suddenly felt the need for some connection.
It was a good day, and an even better evening.
This whole week, I have been getting back to what helped me get through Tom leaving me, and I have missed that version of myself. I have missed jumping into doing things that are outside of my comfort zone. I have missed manifesting things in my life. I have missed the positivity and basic love for everyone. I have missed the "me" that I found three years ago, but lost again once I had that first roommate. She is coming back, though, and it's about damned time.
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