Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes.
Five hundred twenty five thousand moments so dear. . .
Yep.
It’s been a year. One year since I said, “when.”
And you know what? I’d been looking to this day since June-ish. July-ish. and all of a sudden sitting with my besty and my pseudo sister having an ice cold fish bowl of beer to wash away the bat shit crazy day….I remembered!!! It wasn’t first in my head. It wasn’t even four hundredth! It happened around 7pm! DING!!!!.
Fuck around. It was a year ago today. and a year ago tomorrow. DIONS BIRTHDAY I wrote this….this.
This is why we make documentation, yes? So that we may go back and weep for the women/men that we were. Bless us. Bless them.
I sat with my girlfriends tonight, and made plans with my soulmate for tomorrow and I looked back at my year. Then I came home and read my year. and I look at MY HOUSE. and yes…with tears in my eyes I give thanks.
to you.
to my family who now reads.
to my new friends who have come to know me and hopefully love me.
and to myself….for believing every single thing my family and parents and grandparents ever said to me that consisted of this:
“you can do anything you want”
plain and simple.
anything.
and to their surprise and shock…have seemed to do just that.
and this road has taken me far and away and back again. To and fro and apart and right here. The path has been different…but I’ve always been that way. It’s been a little funky…but my tune has never been in sync. I have gathered my people along the path…and disposed equally of those unable to complete the journey. No harm. No foul. It is what it is.
AND FUCKIN’A HOW’D YA LIKE ME NOW!!!!
point is…it’s been a year. and No. no dates (save one.) and no men. and no slumber parties. and many stories. and many promises and many goals along the way…
here’s to another five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes….
may they all be filled with joy and bliss…
God knows that’s still what I’m following!
Misti Ridiculous 
I LOVE you now. Of course I loved you before too so it’s not really such a surprise. You are a marvel and a superhero and the prettiest girl at the dance.
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Soon it will all be there…all that your heart desires…inside your soulthe man that you yearn forlong forthe perfect daysmore happiness to go with your already happy selfand you’ll fall down in happiness and God Bless the broken road. You’ve always believed that. I haven’t. But your right. Your right. I know your right.
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