Now I'm back to hosting people like I did, lo, these many years ago. I vacuum and try to get the worst of the dog hair off the seldom used furniture. And that's it. People know to come bearing food or prepared to go hungry. I don't cook or try to have the perfect setting or guest list or anything else. I just open the door and enjoy the laughter.
57. It takes me a really long time to get to the point of asking for help. Personally, professionally, metaphorically, any other "ly"s I can think of. Lots of different reasons for that, I guess. Most of the time I can fake my way through just about anything. I'm a pretty capable person. But here and there life would be much easier if I would just say "Hey! I could use a hand here." This is not some sort of vague facebook-esque post where I'm hoping you will all jump up with your hands out and offer to pull me from the depths of my as yet undeclared despair. Not at all - I truly (see what I did there?) do not need help at the moment. It's just something I'm becoming aware of - a character flaw, a flake in my personality. Something to work on.
58. It's been almost exactly one year since my marriage ended with a single ten-minute conversation. When I think about it, it feels like it's only been a matter of weeks. Most of the time, I don't think about it. (Contrary to what you might think from reading these lists. ha!) I've got better things to do and lots more books to read.
59. I am going to have to give in and pay someone to give me a back rub.
60. I don't know what this has to do with divorce, but I need to buy a new pair of cowboy boots.