Waiting for my head to catch up … in NYC

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Sometimes the head knows something, but the heart needs to catch up. Such is the case with me. During the day I’m so busy with work that there is little time to be sad about Birdy, but when I do have a few moments alone to think, sorrow seeps in through the cracks. I wish I didn’t care. I wish I was one of those strong women who just immediately recognizes her worth and never looks back. The way things went down, I can only extrapolate that despite my feelings for him, Birdy neither respected or valued me. That’s what hurts the most, coming to grips with the realization that I meant nothing to him.

Despite this, I am handling this somewhat better than  I would have expected. Because Birdy was quite distant in the first place, I am not feeling his loss that traumatically. I was always profoundly aware that I never “had” him in the first place. He would take hours to return my texts (if at all), and he would often keep me hanging about if he would spend time with me on the weekend. I’d have to drop my plans at a moments notice if and when he decided to grace me with is presence– not cool … but I always jumped when he requested, and I have only myself to blame for that. That’s something I have to work on. Rationally, I know what I’m supposed to do here. I’m supposed to be thankful for the fun times we had (and I felt that there were many), and take what I learned about myself and how I deal with the opposite sex, and move on to something more fulfilling. There are seven million people in the world. Surely amongst them, someone is a match for me.

Perhaps I have to redefine Prince Charming. Maybe Prince Charming is just some shiny asshole in tinfoil. Who would want a knight in shining armor? All pristine and bright but never tested in battle. Maybe what I am looking for is a man who is as tarnished and battle worn as myself.

I wanted to take some kind of action. What could I do to get my head into a happier space while my heart could catch up with reality? I know one place where sadness has a tough time reaching me: New York City. Just like Superman retreats to his Fortress of Solitude, Caroline too feels recharged when she is back in the The City (it’s something of a spiritual homeland for me). What will I find there? Well actually I won’t be looking for anything. I just want to eat a bagel at Murray’s, walk through Central Park with a Levain cookie in my hand, and get lost in one of the world’s most amazing cities as I immerse myself in art and culture. So that’s exactly what I did. I booked myself a very last minute holiday.

It’s very unlike me to make travel decisions without great forethought, but the weekend following New Years, I’m off to New York for five days. I got a fab deal! I think it might be exactly what I need. I need to treat myself the way I want to be treated: with love, kindness, and dignity. This is what a woman who loves herself would do, so that’s exactly what I did.

I want to thank all of you for your very kind words and sweet comments on my previous post. Although I have only “met” a couple of you, I genuinely feel like you are my friends. It means so much to me the way that you have been my support system. I adore you ladies!

Thank you ❤ and happy holidays to you all!

11 Comments

  1. Caroline–ok I know you know this. Birdy is an asshole. You are not. You may or may not have a bad picker. There is NO excuse to let a text go unanswered other than they can’t be bothered. So I will say it for you “fuck you Birdy. I thought you had substance. You don’t. Matter of fact you are deep as a thimble. I am better off without you and my begging for your attention. It’s not that I was too much for you. It’s that you weren’t man enough for me!! So I am on and up to better things and people in life. I am going to fix my picker and people like you are OUT!!! So as I said. Fuck you Birdy eat shit and die you pussy Mamas boy “.

    How’s that Caroline my beautiful dear soul. Let me at that bastard.

    Ah NYC great choice. Sooo jealous. You’re going to be fine. Better than fine. Good riddance to bad trash. Rock on and eat that damn bagel!!

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  2. That is an absolutely WONDERFUL idea. Have an absolutely marvellous time, being as kind to yourself as you deserve.
    And Is it wrong of me to wish painful hemmorhoids on Birdie? Not fatal, but decidedly uncomfortable.
    Hugs – and happy holidays.

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