SO why do we pick who we pick. Why did I pick Martin? Why did he pick me?
During our conversation about the turn her life has taken and her appreciation for the journey, despite the heartache, she posed this question to me: “Do you think at some point you will regret not ever dating and seeing what else is out there?”
So tonight I ran, and channeled all my frustration and angst into every step. My ex asking me if I’ve been practicing pool because he beat me the first two games at my sister’s party on Sunday. STOMP – gone. My ex laughing about the 8-ball shot he got with his eyes closed. STOMP – gone. The call I made to my mom the other day that went sour (need another whole blog to explain that one.) STOMP – gone.
Improvised Life 