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Retracing every step you made

This is morning, that’s when I spend the most time, thinkin bout what I’ve given up…

SPiNNiNG: Mixed Tape by Jacks Mannequin <3

Growing up isn’t always the easiest thing to do. Decisions become more difficult, things aren’t black or white like when you were younger. Growing up sometimes means letting go of things that you know you’ve been holding on for far too long, for all the wrong reasons and finding the strength to say goodbye. To close that chapter of your life, even if you don’t want to.

A friend (and ex boyfriend) of mine had this little inside thing. And I don’t really know about him, but this inside thing meant the world to me. And even if it was kinda silly and stupid, it was one of those things that only the two of you got (like an inside joke without the joke). And back when it first happened, it was probably the most epic thing a boy has ever said to me and it was completely out of blue especially since at the time we weren’t even together. But we were always kinda on an off and half way when we were younger. Which kind of makes it weird that now that we’re all grown up, we’re still really close. But maybe that’s why too?

Speaking of, now that we’re grown up… I knew he wanted this thing back and I was hesitant to give it back because it was one of those “uh no, you gave this to me, MINE back off bitch!” kind of things. But I guess I selfishly kept it, even though it was given to me. And I guess I just hated the idea of him giving it to someone else. Made me feel less important and more of just a memory of his past. But I guess that’s kinda selfish since I’m married, isn’t it? It sounds worse than it is, trust me. But at least I’m being honest. Yes, I hate(d) the idea of him giving it to someone else and forgetting about me. But that’s just life. Things don’t always go down the path that you created for it. And because of that, you should probably close the chapter.

I admit, I was hoping he would say something besides being excited. But we’re not kids, winter doesn’t make him think of me anymore and he’s not in love with me anymore. And I guess by holding on to this thing, it was like my denial object. No one likes knowing that someone who means a lot to you doesn’t feel the way about you like they did, even if it was years ago. No one wants that confirmation.

“What” and “If” are two words as non-threatening as words can be. But put them together side-by-side and they have the power to haunt you for the rest of your life.

Ain’t that the truth?

Time has passed, we’ve grown, we’ve changed. I know you’ll always have my back and that’s more than I can even ask of you at this point. I won’t sit here and wonder what if because of the choices we made we’re where we are with each other now. Still amazing friends who are (mostly) honest with each other. Thank you for the open invitation into your confusing and complex mind, and you know you’re always invited to mine. Enjoy your gift back from me. We had fun while it lasted. Thank you, for being you.

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Love, oh love, stop making a fool out of me…

Came across my old school MP3′s and it’s taking me wayyyy back. This song (“Love Stop Making a Fool Out of Me” by Minnie Rippleton was my jam in the 9th grade! It’s crazy to think about ten years ago I was in this same room, downloading/singing to these songs trying to find a way to heal myself every night and now I’m here, in the same room… still trying to heal myself, but from completely different things. And I guess it doesn’t help that one of the boys I was completely smitten over back then, and who I’m still very good friends with is finally back talking to me lol.

I wish I could write blog entries like I use to back then. But I can’t anymore. I was obsessed with love and figuring it out. Of taking apart my life and my failed relationships and piecing them back together to a point where they started to make sense.

And Fall gets me in that mood. That mood where I’d drown in slow jams and think of all the boys that broke my heart, and just get really really sad. But it’s always the best writing when I’m really really really sad. Now a days there’s only one boy who can break my heart but it’s different. I don’t try to take apart our arguments and put them back together because unlike the other boys, I know where his heart is. I know where his mind is. He’s not that mysterious boy with the spikey hair and tail anymore that I’d spend days trying to figure out.

And that kinda kills the fun of my writing.

I don’t even really remember what it felt like to miss being with someone. Or to miss someone in more than a friend way. And I really really miss it. Now all I have are the songs that bring me back a feeling that feels so close but so far away.

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Me & food.

For as long as I can remember, I’ve always been a bit too fascinated by cook books. As a child I collected Archie comics and those small baking magazines you would find by the check out counter (seriously, I still have them too). I even had a friend who’s parents had a huge bookcase in their living room and it had nothing but cook books in it (maybe it had some art books too, but I probably just never ventured to that side). I remember also being jealous because her parents allowed her to bake by herself at the age of 9. My parents wouldn’t even let me use the microwave without freaking out.

In fact my parents still freak out when I bake even though I’m 26 and I’ve gone to culinary school.

I guess it shouldn’t surprise me that I’m obsessed with food or that I still buy food related magazines and dream of owning my own bookcase filled with nothing but cook books (I have book cases filled with Young Adult books but not many cook books, odd right?)… but as I’m sitting here, flipping through another food magazine on my Nook (which is AWESOME, technology today…) I’m wondering — why don’t I bake anymore?

As I mentioned, I have gone to culinary school and it was the BEST experience of my life. I don’t do a lot of baking from scratch on my own because like I mentioned, parents freak out, but when I was in that kitchen… I was in a whole other place. I perfected every project and time went by so fast. I loved the challenges, I loved the outcome and I loved figuring it all out.

I’ve mentioned going back, but within the 6 years between then and now, my husband has sat me down and had multiple talks with me about how I should focus on my dream — writing. And sometimes it offends me and sometimes it makes me sad, but I know he’s right. Maybe once I get my writing down then I can venture off back into the magical land of the kitchen.

Til then, I’ll just keep admiring my cookbooks and magazines and baking little things here and there with my husband :). I’m glad that no matter what crazy project I have in mind when I wake up he’s always more than willing to figure it out with me.

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Maybe I was wrong.

Maybe I was wrong. Maybe you were right. Maybe you knew. I doubt you did, but what if you did?

I had a dream about you last night, you ignored me. I didn’t attempt to catch your attention. I could tell you didn’t want me there. And then you left.

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