Why do love and contentment always happen so perfectly and easily in movies? Yes, the characters have thier own issues to deal with, but love always seems to work out so beautifully in the end. Then, the credits roll and reality rears it's head again and the daily struggle to not only survive, but to thrive, sinks in. It always seems to leave me feeling like I am lacking something. Don't get me wrong. I am happy with where I am in my life right now. I do feel, however, that I should be so much farther ahead in all aspects of my life. Am I the only one left feeling this way?

Several interesting things have happened in the past couple days. First and foremost, as you all may know, I broke my hand late Saturday night after having my tire slashed at work. All because I refused someone politely after being asked to dinner and telling them I was seeing someone. (I will say more about the person I am seeing shortly.) I am presently in a splint and go to a regular cast this coming Monday. No billiards for me for a couple months. Secondly, one of my very dear friends and I have decided that we are going to get a place together. It should be beneficial for both of us. Third, I have had a little chat with another of my very dear friends about how one should not push others to the side (yet again, it seems to be a recurring theme as of lately with said friend.) Fourth, I received a phone call from an ex today that confused the living crap out of me. What drives one to pick up a phone and call someone you have not seen or spoken to in about a month, and try to carry on a conversation like you just spoke to them yesterday? Especially if the last time you did see that person they were throwing something at your head because you used them and treated them like shit?

On another note, the man I am seeing presently (according to him we are not bf/gf  although his friends and family say otherwise lol) is a wonderful person who has brightened my world and helps me feel like a better person on a daily basis. You know who you are and if you happen to read this, thank you. I am still trying to recover my self-esteem and self-worth after 4 long years of being dragged down to nothing. He is helping me with this in more ways than he could ever know. In just a few short weeks he has been there for me more than that sorry excuse for an ex-husband ever was. Again, D., I thank you.

I have written enough for the time being, as I am sure you are all bored out of your skulls. I would love to hear more from all of you, my friends. Talk to you soon.