My gut told me that I shouldn't "go there".
I paid attention.
Listening to my U2 station on Pandora, I asked myself: "Hey, do I need to wait for someone or whatever to break out and dance? Damn it, no. I'm a fine partner... thank you very much."
Lo' and behold, one of my favorite ol' dancin' tunes played -- Tom Petty's "Free Fallin'".
I danced around the living room...
And then, as I shuffled around the house, I remembered that I took my new buddy, Chance, to the airport that morning....She's a good girl, loves her mama
Loves Jesus and America too
She's a good girl, crazy about Elvis
Loves horses and her boyfriend too
...And I'm a bad boy because I don't even miss her
I'm a bad boy for breakin' her heart..."
Chance protectively barked at those hot air balloons that filled the western horizon...
I stopped dancing.
I have such fond memories of last year's balloon fest.
"Was I crazy to think that it was a fantastic weekend just one short, little year ago?"
How quickly things change. It boggles my mind.
It seems so easy for you from my vantage point.
Yep, you've got it soon-to-be-ex-husband-of-mine, my heart still aches.
I look at pictures of smiling loved ones and ask myself, "What's up? My smile was authentic. I guess yours wasn't."
Coldplay began to play on Pandora. I was reminded that I have a fine dance partner. Me!
I relish the mighty fine springtime horizon and spread my wings.
And.
Guess what?
I've got pretty good rhythm as I hum and tap along.
Thank you very much.