Sometimes the best lessons are learned from good people. (aka Not everyone is related to the devil.)

I’ve been reeling for weeks from some rather turbulent times.  I’ve come to realize that I’m paddling on a rather large and fast moving raging river and I simply need to right myself, find my center and hold on tight.

And so I am.

I’ve also realized that the lovely time I spent with Mr. Darcy was just that; a very lovely time.  He really was a very good man who taught me that there are men out in the world who are gentleman, who are kind, thoughtful and hard working.  He couldn’t help it that the love of his life came back into his life at a kind of inopportune moment for me, but therein lies part of the lesson.  The other part? That I need to be open minded about whatever this world has to offer; that there really are great people out there and I never know what might be around the corner.  (And yes, Mr. D.  I wish you only the best- a long and happy life with a wonderful woman.  That's what you truly deserve. )

I feel a bit like Meg Ryan in “You’ve Got Mail”, when she’s jumping up and down in her store pretending to box.  I have picked myself up and am ready to fight back. I’ve put together a response to the (outrageous) demands of the ex-landlord, and await a reply from the powers that be. I’ve done what I can do and will see what happens.

I will refrain from sharing any details about what may have been a lovely date, (“MOM! You have to STOP sharing your personal life!”)  and will TRY to keep my mouth shut lest I jinx myself.  Let’s just say that the sun is beginning to shine a bit brighter, my heart is mending and I am smiling MUCH more than not these days. 

And all in all, that’s pretty damn great.