Roller coasters

A serious post for once. I promise irreverent and goofy Blondage will be back to play tomorrow.

I was having the most fucked up day today. It was BAD. Very very bad. I was frustrated with stuff inside and outside the office...feeling so incredibly lost....and taken for granted. I hate that feeling, when you give and you give and you try and try harder and the effort goes unnoticed, overlooked, taken for granted and/or unappreciated.

I checked my email, and found one that had blunt, come-to-Jesus type advice for me (thanks buddy, I needed it bad). It was one of those head-spinning, universe-changing, direction-altering emails. It was hard to read, hard to digest, but absolutely the right thing for me to hear and I'm grateful.

I made up my mind about some pretty big things, and was feeling uncharacteristically sad.

But you know what happened? Things got better.

First, I received a surprise phone call from a dear friend, who made me think, made me giggle, and made me late for my gym date.

Then, despite feeling like death chewing on a cracker, I went to the gym and allowed my trainer to kick my ass a bit.

The endorphins kicked in to high gear.

The fog was beginning to lift.

Then I came home to my crazy ass dog who loves me almost too much, my cat who howls like a banshee if I don't pick him up immediately, and my Other Half's teasing and gentle hugs.

And I am fine now.

I feel stronger. Better.

Perspective changed.

I came to some important realizations today, both in regards to work and some personal stuff.

I love roller coasters. Always have. You could even say I am addicted to them. The excitement of the ride...the thrill of exploring one with lots of loop-dee-loops.......but if you ride them for too long, you're going to get sick.

Flowers, I think it is time for me to get my land legs back.

Sex talk will be back tomorrow, I promise.

Thank you for listening, my lovely friends.

xoxoxoxoxoxo
-b