I don’t blame you anymore for losing the love you had for me.
I’ve realized it wasn’t fair for me to expect you to maintain it after I completely lost the love I had for me, too.
But, after you were gone, I was still stuck with me, and had to find that love all over again.
And the whole ordeal has been the best worst thing that’s ever happened to me.
So thank you.
My “go-to” pair of black skinny jeans - bought back in December when all my jeans were suddenly falling off me (bitter sweet problem to have), have reached that point where they, too, are getting baggy around the knees…and the waist after an hour or two of wear…which is great and wonderful and encouraging and “YAY!” but completely horrible when I really don’t have the money to KEEP buying new jeans every couple of weeks.
Then, my dear friend Amanda “just so happened” to have a pair of jeans that didn’t fit her and “was wondering if I wanted them.”
She had no idea they were the same exact jeans as my favorite black skinny jeans. Next size down. Perfect fit.
This kind of stuff has been happening all the dang freaking time!
Another nice thing: on my blazing-hot run at the beach today, an elderly man clapped for me and said, “Good run! Keep going! That’s so hard - it’s really hot out!”
Thank you, people. <3