The Couch Chronicles...Continued

There is only one voice that comes to mind when I think of this phrase and that is the voice of my work son, my big Mijo, my partner in crime, the person who encourages (sometimes) my shenanigans, the faithful friend who listens to ALL of my nonsense, even the girly stuff.  It's like he knows exactly when to say it, in a high-pitched voice, "I don't need you..." and it's usually when I'm on a verbal tirade about my independence and abnormal alpha-male tendencies and how I've managed to juggle it all on my own and blah, blah, blah...that he hasn't covered my mouth with a wide piece of duct tape is pretty close to miraculous...poor Mijo, always there to entertain my foolishness and down right tomfoolery.   We joke about that line all the time and I guess it has become somewhat of a personal anthem.  Initially it was my way of claiming my new found freedom, my divorced girl battle cry.  And anytime I was made to feel like a damsel in distress, Mijo wou...

It's probably safe to say that we've all had that moment, an old song playing on the radio, a whiff of a fragrance, a brief run-in with someone you haven't seen in years...that moment that will send you to another time and place.  I find that at my age, I'm having more and more of those moments.   Recently, I had a conversation with someone from my past and I mean waaaay back to my really green, square, naive, super innocent teen days.  (I was not always the coldhearted, tell-it-like-it-is, beer drinking, foul mouth, chew 'em up and spit 'em out, devil woman that I am today.)  There was a time when I really was quite unaware of the potential I possessed.   And though I'd like to keep that discussion private, something keeps wanting to make it's way out and that is the gratitude I feel for having made this connection.  This blast from my past brought back so many fond memories.  Our chat caused me to think about how far I've come...