Friday, August 23, 2013
Well, yesterday went well.
It went better than expected, in fact.
I wore my outfit, with my size 4 Banana Republic denim skirt, and my horizontally striped, brightly colored shirt. Nobody ran away, shrieking in terror. In fact, I received compliments on how lovely I looked. My hair seemed to be the subject of much conversation...how brave I was to cut it all off and how flattering it was to my face.
My coworkers were all chummy and in high spirits.
The two people I wanted to avoid both were there. The one who always gives me grief about my weight was seated nearby, but didn't say a word to me. In fact, she almost entirely avoided eye contact with me. I see this as progress. Because quite frankly, I don't want her to suffer from the illusion that we are still friends, nor do I want to suffer through any halfhearted pleasantries she may be obliged to bestow on me.
The other former friend, he was always hovering nearby, but any time he came too close, it was like the universe miraculously sent a REAL friend to me to rescue me.
And that was the valuable lesson I learned yesterday. I am surrounded by wonderful, caring, intelligent, talented, and kindhearted people. I really am. Today, I have been rolling that idea around in my head. I feel lucky...for the first time in years.
I used to tell people all the time that I was the luckiest person they would ever meet. But then my life took a turn, and I suffered from all manner of unfortunate events. I truly believe things are starting to change...and my luck (whatever luck is) is back.
My life is changing, Sparkers. All I had to do was be strong enough to get through that rough patch (which lasted right around six years). Now, I am finally starting to feel like MYSELF again.