Another drive back to Oz, and I can't sleep because of the coffee; I've got a little buzz going. Bud and I spoke for part of my drive, and I told him about talking to Gretel. Because of Pesach and tax season she and I haven't been able to get a hold of each other. Well, Gretel was very proud of me and happy that Bud and I are no longer going out. Then we started talking about why I'm so ambivalent about dating right now. Of course, Gret saw right through me and told me that maybe I just needed some time to get over Bud; especially since our going out was my first relationship after stbx. Just hearing that helped me move through it.
Then she gave me a shmooze on overthinking. I told you she knows me inside out. I started to justify my analyzing things and she cut me short, "See you're doing it even now." The funniest thing is that I can't and don't get angry at her for what she says because she's usually right. I claim to be right all the time, but I guess Gret has me beat, and I told her so.
I miss her and I'm going to try to get together with her when DB goes out of state with his father. Spending Shabbos in Boston with her family would be great, and I could finally meet child 8 and child 9, and see the family dimples on their cute faces.
btw-do you know that birds are up and singing in Oz at 3:30 a.m.?
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Seems like you are always traveling, busy beaver. I know what it's like to have a close friend who really understands you it's very nice.
I know. I feel like I should just live out of my suitcase. I do leave some clothes for DB in Kansas so that I don't have to shlep all his stuff back and forth.
You should see my car. It looks like it was never cleaned for Pesach.
I am very lucky to have Gretel. She's been with me through it all.
If I'm upset and call her crying, by the time I hang up we are laughing like crazy and the same thing applies to when she calls me crying... it's great because I'd much rather be happy than sad.
Its a tricky call. Where is the line between over thinking, obsessing, and thinking it through to grow and make wise decisions?
I think its equally dangerous to stop thinking as it is to think too much.
But sometimes we really just need a break. A day at the beach should do the trick. Once it stops raining in Oz!!
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