incomplete, part two

Below are more incomplete posts. These are from 2016.

Part one can be found here.

Remember to say thank you, always. Even for the smallest things. Especially for the smallest things. The saying “there’s always one” applies to a lot of things, including people. Don’t let that one person lessen what so many others have done for you. Drink water, so much water.  Spend more time outside. Gossip less, and encourage those around you do to the same. Give the gift of stability. Offer help and accept it. Learn how to trust others but only after you’ve learned how to trust yourself. Set goals and stick to them. Know when to walk away but don’t be so hard on yourself for taking so long to do so. Remember that timing is everything. And people often show you exactly who they are if you’re willing to pay attention long enough. Listen. To those around you but most of all to yourself. You’ll be amazed at what stress can do to the body—don’t allow it to happen to you and don’t cause it to happen to someone else.

“How do you feel about long distance?” she asked
 “How far are we talking?” I responded.

It was a Friday afternoon in late October; the day before Halloween. I had indulged in a little too much candy and could feel the sugar rushing through my body, preventing me from focusing on any task at hand. So when my co-worker stopped by my desk to tell me she had a friend she wanted to introduce me to, I was all ears; anything but work to pass the remaining hour before the weekend.

Six months prior she stopped by my office to talk about nothing in particular and made mention that she would try to think of someone she could set me up with.

This is common when you’re single. You become something other people want to fix.

Last December I went to the city two weeks before Christmas and bar hopped. Three friends and I went from pub to pub, having only one beer before going onto the next. We were buzzing with alcohol and the overall feel in the city that time of year. The saying (according to You’ve Got Mail) is, “Don’t you love New York in the fall?” which is true and entirely justified. But there’s something about New York around Christmas that is unparalleled.

So, yes, maybe that’s why I can’t seem to stop myself from listening to Christmas music. I’m chasing the feeling I had last December before a lot of things, well, went to shit.

With each toss and turn I made before falling asleep, I caught myself giving him another goodnight kiss—one after the other after the other.


In the middle of the night I woke up for just a minute to shift my body. But before I moved, I placed one soft, quiet kiss on his shoulder, wary of waking him up.

He turned, in sync with my motion, and returned the kiss on my shoulder. As I exhaled through a smile and hushed laugh, he gave me two more down my arm.


I opened my eyes and could tell by the brightness of the sun behind the shades that the alarm would be going off soon.

I turned on my side, away from him.

He followed, wrapping his arm around my waist and sliding me back toward him.


I didn’t fall back asleep— didn’t even try. I just laid there, taking in the last few quiet moments of morning, in the arms of a man I’m falling in love with.