Like so many days before this one, I've decided to change course (again). 👀 Have you ever gotten mixed up with a person that always finds fault with everything you do? 😬 Everything starts out like peaches and cream then suddenly, the ever so subtle out-of-left-field nitpicking campaign against you goes into high gear. ⚙ As you may know, if you've ever been the recipient of a constant barrage of passive-aggressive actions (or inactions😑), it becomes very draining on the psyche. 😶 Worse still, staying in those types of relationships becomes too emotionally expensive, resulting in not enough return on your investment. 🤑 (You know I'm all about "the bottom line".) And just when you're at your wits end, just when you think you have no direction to go in, just when you're sure you'll never get out of the relationship rut you're in, life provides you with an alternate view out of nowhere. 😳 Not to be too cliché and corny but the old adage "When God closes one door, he opens a window" is so true. 😙 For me, this past weekend had been going pretty crumby when all of a sudden, out of the blue, a friend I thought I'd severed all *positive* ties to, told me something that changed the course of my weekend/ life. 🥳 Yep, those 3 little sappy words coming at a time when you least expect them, from a person you'd least expect to hear them from, can be a pleasant bolt out of the blue. 🌩 After feeling like a frog for the last few days, being told that someone cares about me no matter how jacked-up I can be/ behave sometimes, made me suddenly feel like a princess. 👑 When you're feeling low and disappointed with some of the people in your life, that kind of reaffirmation reminds you that you are still valid, appreciated and loved by someone, even when you feel exactly the opposite. 😕 It's that little tug on the heartstrings that confirms that you don't have to accept less than you deserve...ever. 💘 Just because you're seeking validation from one person that's stingy with it, doesn't mean you won't get it from someone else not only worth your time but who knows YOUR worth. 😚 Yes, it is possible. 😚 For me, the weekend ended with a splendidly surprising conclusion to a sordid string of disappointing events. And while it's supremely nice to know that somebody will always love me just the way I am, warts and all, it's even BETTER to know I have options...especially when dealing in the racy realm of romance. 💖 (Don't tell anybody about that last part. 😶) But then again, maybe I should slow my roll a bit. ✋ After all, relationship-wise, I'm not always the best judge of character. 😵 Lack of intelligence doesn't even necessarily exclude possible partners from my dating pool. 💗 An ex I had once claimed that his brother was slowly being driven insane by the loud heartbeat of a cockroach that had gotten stuck in his ear. 👂 I'm dead serious and so was he. Yeah, I sure know how to pick 'em. 😐
So besides the possibility of rekindling a rocky romantic past💝, I learned something else telling about myself recently (like, last night).😕 All my life I've hated avocados. When I say hate, I mean like Hitler hate. 😡 Being about the only one in my group of family and friends that hates avocados, it's hard watching people close to me eat them because they always make them look so delicious. 😋 But throughout the years, every time I decided to join the crowd as they "Oo'd and Ah'd" about how great the avocados taste, the minute it'd hit my tongue, I'd want to barf. 🤮 Not that they taste bad (or like anything at all really) but for me, it's always texture over taste. 🍽 That mushy, gloppy texture was always too much for me to bear. 😫 Anyway, yesterday my best friend came over to make guacamole for my sister. As we drank, laughed and dished about past loves, I thought to myself; 'You know what? I'm gonna try that stuff again. Who knows, maybe the 103rd time is a charm'. 😬 I quietly prayed as I slowly brought the seasoned tortilla chip, loaded with the "intimidatingly" GREEN mixture, to my lips. 👄 But to my surprise and delight, for the first time in about 4 decades, I was floored by how delicious it was. 😨 Yes, I can now admit to the world that I may just love guacamole. 💚 Honestly, I think she probably made the best guacamole in the entire world, which resulted in me eating so much of it that I spent most of the work day with severe nausea because I ate it throughout the entire night/ morning. Actually, my last load was eaten at about 4AM, not recommended for the early-risers. 🌞 I was like an addict after that first fix and I couldn't stop myself. 💊 I may have to scream to the world "My girl can kill some guacamole!" I might be a convert, a turn-coat, a traitor. I may have to take back every awful thing I've ever said about avocados (and there have been PLENTY of awful things). I might just have to change ‘My Truth’ about avocados in general. 🥑 So I guess the moral of these two, very different, seemingly unrelated stories here is; Try and try again or maybe What doesn't kill us, makes us stronger or You learn something old every day or There's a 103rd time for everything...👍...?? Hell, I don't really know what the moral is but I know my past doesn't necessarily define my future. I am empowered by the here and now and my gift to the world is resilience, honesty and admission...even if it does look like chunky baby poop. 🤢
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