I recently declined a third date with a guy, who took it badly, scolding me through tears, “You’ll never meet a man with enough alpha energy to manage you!” I don’t really know what that means, but ok. Pretty sure I am out here doing a killer job of managing myself, thanks.
My younger son made his debut on the varsity basketball team as the leading point scorer in the season-opener scrimmage. As much as I love to watch him play, I enjoyed seeing my friends and other moms almost more. Being back together watching our boys play a live game after a two-year hiatus was a certain kind of joy that I’ve deeply missed.
I was out to see live music at a local brewery this weekend when I randomly saw my friend Chris and he danced me to the world’s fastest non-traditional bachata that you’ve ever seen, unless of course you’ve ever seen two people dance bachata to Africa, by Toto (which you haven’t). All that spinning and laughing was another reminder of how much I love to dance; especially with a lead as strong as Chris. I like to think we stole the show, after sweating through our shirts.
My older son came home from campus for Thanksgiving on Monday evening and I made him a grilled cheese sandwich and some soup. Sometimes it’s hard to think of him as my son and me as his mom; simply because he seems so old and I still feel so young. But that throwback meal to his childhood made the world right again.
Two of my friends got legally divorced this week and moved boldly into the next phase of their lives. Endings are always hard, even when they are the right thing. Keep walking. Head high. Heart open. You’ll be warmly welcomed by the sorority of independent and amazing women who have always been on the other side of the threshold like the world’s best kept secret.
I unclogged a drain, fixed my gas fireplace, changed the batteries in my smoke detectors, went for a few long runs, and assembled a ramp for Atta who is too old to jump on the bed anymore. Maybe later this week I’ll roast a turkey and bake some pies.
Sometimes a regular week offers the most moments of simple gratitude. It doesn’t have to be ambitious to be true. Happy Thanksgiving, all y’all.