bird by bird

I've been striking out hard on the boyfriend lottery, but with girlfriends I've hit the freakin' MOTHER LODE! I think that maybe I lucked out so much with the women in my life that the universe was like, "oh, we better stick her with some asshole dudes to even things out." And honestly, if that is the case I think I'll take it. Men can break me, as long as I have women to put me back together. These last few weeks my lady pit crew has been doing just that. CH and TR brewed me heartbreak healing potion (essential oils) and LJK and CH sent me snail mail with pep talks and self-care recommendations. HR suggested books to read and music to listen to. LS checked in throughout the day and the week, letting me cry and analyze about the same 10 things over and over again. LJK suggested a trip, listing ideas of foreign cities and other future adventures. PD brought me pho and red wine and sat on my couch listening while I recanted every blissful then painful memory I

When I heard the learn’d astronomer, When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me, When I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide,    and measure them, When I sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured with    much applause in the lecture-room, How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick, Till rising and gliding out I wander’d off by myself, In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time, Look’d up in perfect silence at the stars.