Dear Justin Timberlake, I love you.

It’s true.  I LOVE Justin Timberlake.  From my first solo concert as a 12 year child seeing N’SYNC, to my 31 year old grandma self seeing him on Friday night, I still love him and he’s still got it. I was able to score some last second tickets with my BFF and we had THE BEST time! We were surrounded by couples.  And all the men were SOO boring.  They hating being there and were clearly only there because their wives promised them something in return for bringing them to the show.  But not my BFF.  He was dancing and actin a fool right along with me.

I’ve been friends with E for almost 5 years now.  We met randomly and had out little fling.  We would makeout and hook up on occasion, but it was nothing serious.  I was WAYYYY more into him, then he ever was me.  When I finally realized that, it was heartbreaking to take a step back from him.  But I did.  And our friendship made it through.  He is always down for anything.  And he is always there if I need someone to hang with.  We always have the best time hanging out and always end up doing the most random, fun things together.  And I could not be more thankful for him and our friendship.

I have been in a really bad place lately.  I am sad.  And I don’t know what it is.  I am in a funk.  I would rather be home than out.  I don’t want to be around people and I just want to cry all the time.  This isn’t normal for me.  Going through a breakup is hard.  And it sucks. And I hate it.  But E is always there if I need him.  And I am so thankful.

Who are you thankful for?  Is there anything that can make my broken heart heal faster? Cause I am STRUGGLIN.

Hope you are enjoying your long weekend!

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A single, two doubles and a triple

Some of you may have no earthly idea what I am even talking about.  But last night, I played in a slow pitch softball game for the first time in about a year, and that’s what I hit.  Which is so stinkin great for me.  I couldn’t believe it. I haven’t swung a bat in nearly 12 months and I came out the gate HOT.  I used to play ball a lot. Like all the time.  Then life happened and I just couldn’t get out on the field.

When I say life, I mean hard life.  When I started playing ball again as an adult, I played on a team with my best friend.  My best friend who became my roommate.  My roommate who drove drunk one night and ran his car into a tree and died.  After than, ball wasn’t as fun anymore.  There were too many memories that brought on a slew of emotions so I just didn’t play. But last night, I played.  And played great at that.  The memories were still there, but in a good way.  In a healed way.  Not that I am healed from losing a best friend in such a tragic way. But healed enough that there was peace when I was playing.

Life is hard.  I have been through some things.  I have lost people and had every single one of my feelings hurt.  But I am still here.  I am making the best of what I have and seeing that living life to the fullest brings great peace to someone like me.  I am by no means perfect.  I screw up regularly.  I am judgey.  And rude. And negative.  But I can recognize it. And work on changing it.  So thanks for listening. And encouraging. And just being.  I appreciate this little community that I can share with.