Receiving and Giving (or, Is it the Other Way Around?)
Yesterday, I stopped in to have some blood work done at my doctor's office; I was in and out in a jiffy. But, as I was leaving, the receptionist, who happens to be one of the sexiest men alive (in fact, all the receptionists at my doc's office have been drop-dead gorgeous in one way or another) paid me a compliment. He said, "You're looking good." He's straight and married, so I don't think he was saying it to be flirtatious, which is why I probably reacted the way I did. He said, "Wow, you obviously don't hear that enough -- you should have seen your face!"
It's true. I don't hear it enough. But, it's also true that I don't put myself in situations where I would hear it "enough". I'm not normally flirtatious; I'm not looking for a partner. I consider myself lucky to be able to support myself without a husband. I don't think my life would be nearly as full or as free, if I had to spend all my time with the same person.
And, yet, there is something to be said for feeling sexy once in a while.
Anyway, I'm not sure whether one had anything to do with the other, but, I spent another afternoon at Mommyland, pruning back specimen trees and pulling up weeds. I filled two more plastic garbage bags to the brim with branches and dead leaves. Then, I raked everything I couldn't fit into the garbage bags back into the garden as mulch. When Big Brother saw the result, his jaw dropped. "What got into you, today?"
I didn't have the heart to tell him that manic depression has its ups as well as downs.
It's true. I don't hear it enough. But, it's also true that I don't put myself in situations where I would hear it "enough". I'm not normally flirtatious; I'm not looking for a partner. I consider myself lucky to be able to support myself without a husband. I don't think my life would be nearly as full or as free, if I had to spend all my time with the same person.
And, yet, there is something to be said for feeling sexy once in a while.
Anyway, I'm not sure whether one had anything to do with the other, but, I spent another afternoon at Mommyland, pruning back specimen trees and pulling up weeds. I filled two more plastic garbage bags to the brim with branches and dead leaves. Then, I raked everything I couldn't fit into the garbage bags back into the garden as mulch. When Big Brother saw the result, his jaw dropped. "What got into you, today?"
I didn't have the heart to tell him that manic depression has its ups as well as downs.