Now comes the time of reclaiming myself.
Last night I went out. A friend's husband's band was playing at a local bar so I went. Partly to show that I could, and partly because I remember liking things like that. I do still like things like that. I had forgotten how much I enjoy live music. How much I enjoy people watching.
It also pointed out the need to get into a shape, other than round, to compete with some of these bar flies. The thought is not a negative one, it doesn't fill me with dread, it fills me with a sense of challenge.
The door guy, tall lanky dirty rocker guy wearing pajama pants, flirted a bit. It was a good feeling.
I didn't have to wonder if the husband was having a good time or if he was bored. cause if he's bored then he makes it known that he's bored and ruins my evening. Didn't have to explain his absence and make some lame excuse as to why he didn't come. I didn't choose not to go b/c he didn't want to, and then have him ignore me for the rest of the night.
I went. I had fun. I can't wait to do something like that again.
