That's one of my favorite songs by Lauryn Hill -- one I played frequently post-breakup.
OK, so I'm trying not to be all Carrie Bradshaw and turn this blog into "Sex and the City" -- particularly when the former isn't in the latter. Color me chaste -- here's hoping it's a slimming hue.
As an editor or two made the mistake of saying something along the lines of "write about ANYTHING you want," I'm taking blatant advantage of that and rambling for a sec about a text I sent Ex this weekend. (In my defense, my blog statement does read "Beauty, relationships, UFOs," so there ya go). Anyway, my message to Ex was, basically, "never text or call me again." I did say "please" and "thank you," if that counts.
Let's fast-forward to my point: Can you really be friends with an ex, especially if what precipitated ex-hood was a painful occurrence? Put your discussion cap on, Mary ...
Personally, the ideal situation, if you'll pardon the Sunny D mentality, is that you remain close or at least semi/psuedo close with people you shared your life with -- right? I mean, if for no other reason, you've invested time, and you don't want to say that it was all for nothing. Plus, they could repeat some really nasty things about you, so it's best to remain on their good sides. I'm all about damage control, especially in major election years.
In the mean time, though, I'm of the medicated mindset that friends love you; exes ... Well, they're so-called for specific reasons, and love rarely seems to be one of 'em. Still, as they say, time will tell -- you or ON you. Kinda ominous, huh? Whatever, maybe a year from now, I'll text Ex back with "please," "thank you" and "brunch -- your treat." Fingers crossed ...
In the mean time, I leave you with my favorite quote of the day, courtesy of my friend Ursula: "Wisdom only comes from screwing up time after time after time." If that's the case, I'm a freakin' guru.
Peace, love and future brunches ... xoxo
