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.
