No matter how many times I preface this, someone always wants to show me the latest in cages.
I have always had a thing for Annie. She buoyed me through my early college days when I was tentative and unsure of myself. She seems to be a mouthpiece for my strength and determination as I get older, indeed as she gets older. If I can rock 60 like this lady, I will very much look forward to the journey. If you haven’t seen her kick it with Hozier at the Grammys, do it right now…
Hozier, Annie Lennox – Take Me to Church / I Put a Spell on You (Medley)…: http://youtu.be/HZEChv1AaOk
They don’t tell you this in Disney movies. They don’t show the Prince navigating his midlife crisis with a sports car and a sudden affinity for the gym. They don’t show the Princess crying herself to sleep wondering if she’s lost the best years of her life to someone who barely seems to acknowledge her.
We don’t discuss the in between from lust and butterflies to real love. That sticky, awful mess of a place where you genuinely wonder if you were high when you picked your partner. It’s almost like you have to be picked apart, stripped right down before you can start to really love someone. It’s where you stare it right in the eyes, the idea that you can hate someone as much as you love them. And when you get there… right there, that’s when it’s real. You embrace the ridiculous vulnerability and recklessness of navigating the human inclination to be selfish and fickle. We’re such assholes to each other. The longest relationships I have witnessed will tell you that first and then admit their deep and abiding love.
I can only tell you, that I’ve never loved anyone who didn’t make me feel like I was losing my mind.
As you get older you start to become familiar with, even content with the idea of attrition. The thinning of the herd. The falling away of what doesn’t feed your soul anymore. You no longer feel the need to be liked by everybody. And people you thought would be in your life forever become strangers to you. You start to have more vacancies than applications for the lead roles in your life. You’ve been burned, you’re less apt to trust or frankly just give up some up your precious energy for people you don’t even know. You don’t expect to meet people later in your life that will become such a big part of your life. It’s just not common. And I suppose it would take an uncommon person to be that rare bird. Just over one year ago I met Kim and we’ve been tried and true homies ever since. I admire the way she can organize me and redirect me without making me feel disorganized (but we all know I am). I envy how she can swing a hammer and slip into heels all in the same day. She’s sweet but she’ll tell you like it is, then tell you a dirty joke right after. She makes me feel so worthwhile, as if she has known me her whole life, as if her life depends on our combined sanity – indeed it’s sometimes the only sanity we can count on. She’s had a tough year culminating only in her getting tougher. I’m grateful to the powers that be for sending her my way so late in the game. It has really made the game worth playing. And she’s got a great ass ; )
It’s her birthday today and sometimes the best gift is to tell someone how much they mean to you. Happy Birthday Kim. ♥