Geeky Little Whovian

The boy I loved died when I was 14.

I got cancer and beat it at 16.

I lost 50lbs.

I got out of an abusive marriage at 29.

You will not beat me down and make me feel like shit anymore.

Fuck you.

Me

Dear Today,

   No. You weren’t particularly bad. No. You didn’t do anything wrong. Indeed, you let me see my Dad, which happens rarely, and he took J and I to lunch. So, Today, you were ok, though I’m not sure what I did at work, though plenty got done. But today is Wednesday, the only day of the week I have alone. So I’ll have a cupcake for dinner, and vodka. Because I can. Because I’m an adult. And maybe some Doritos too. Because they were at the check out, when I was buying vodka and Biscoff spread. Nutrition, yay! Eat, skinny girl, eat. Also, skinny girl, please paint your nails and attend to your eyebrows. I’m just sayin’….

Dear March,

   You’ve treated me well. You’ve granted me the grace of reconciling with my Best Bestie, who is my dear, my girl, the sister I never had. You’ve been good to me, with warm weather and happiness. With photos and game nights and love abounding.

Dear 2012,

   We’ve had our times. Good and bad, already. But we’re walking into my 30’s hand in hand, and despite the things you throw at me (I’m not super thrilled with February), and we’re in this together. We’ll be companions and we’ll take on the world together. I’ll insist on being the best I can, being happy, and moving forward.

I can do this.

We can do this.

Together.