Some life lessons come easier than others. I didn’t have to touch a stove top to know that it would burn me. I didn’t need to text crack to know it is whack. I, however, take a bit longer with toxic relationships. I let the cycle repeat. Things are great, things are not great, we fight, we don’t talk, I tell myself I’m done, he calls, he texts, he doesn’t take no for an answer, and I let him in again, and things are great again– until they’re not. Rinse. Repeat. Don’t tell your friends you fell for it, again. This time is going to be different. This time I made a list (!!!). A reminder of why we’re not good together. Why it doesn’t work. And I’m going to share it with my friends. I’m going to read it over and over again. Until I’m over it. Over you. Us. The things I depend on you for that I shouldn’t. (Validation should come from within, no?) This time I’m for real, yo. I’ve been burned enough. This lesson has been learned.
And then, I filled my weekend with awesome.
Friday was family dinner. Giggling and eating with the best guy friend, his girlfriend, and others.
Saturday was full of costume changes, social functions, and friends.
Stanford Football, Birthday Party, Babysitting, Mission vs. Marina Party.
There was a moment at the game, while the rain was falling and I was surrounded by friends, eating a pretzel– that I just wanted to freeze forever. I am SO lucky to have found this group of people to hang out with. We danced. We cheered. We danced some more. No one even noticed the rain.
After the party Saturday night, I was sitting on my couch and received an influx of visitors (at 3am). Clarke, Mel, E, The Dog. Piled into my apartment to say hi. Eat quesadillas. Watch a little hilarious television. It was just perfect.
So much perfect.
What was perfect about your weekend?