Dancing Queen

Hello fishies!! So, I thought I'd come to my little soapbox on the web and just kinda write today. I don't really have a topic but I feel like doing it anyway.

Guess what!! Last week I met someone really lovely. I'm really excited about this because ...well....it's exciting. I know you're all probably wondering what about NoelNotRoss....well, don't worry, he's still here :) We are very very best friends.

This person and I were set up by a third party. :) Weeeeee met at Starbucks. Weeeee had coffee. And that is all I am going to say about that. We have seen each other since then, and it's just lovely. But that's all I can really say because we both have kids and both have just emerged from some hard times - so we're just taking it as slow as we possibly can.

But it's fun because it's a new thing and it's exciting and there's this "where is this gonna go" kinda feeling going on and it makes me happy and it scares me and it makes me wanna rub it in at my ex. (for no good reason, and that is definitely immature) I actually tried to do that but he was the bigger person and acted happy for me. That's because he's had someone else for a bit so I guess he has no reason to be jealous. Whatever, good for him I hope he has 200 babies. All girls. Born under fire zodiac signs. With expensive taste. Hahahaha. I joke. Kind of. I actually am happy for him too.

But right now, every song on the radio is making sense and I feel like Amy Adams in Enchanted running around Central Park with birdies perching on her finger and woodland cartoon animals following me around with smiles and eyes that look like they're on a sugar high singing about sunshine lollipops and rainbows.

It's been a year since my ex and I split so I'm giving myself permission to feel this way. It was really difficult at first, but why the hell not? He's moved past it, I spent enough time wallowing in misery (that didn't really work out very well) I think I deserve to the opportunity to love and be love, to love and feel loved and to enjoy it and just let it go wherever it goes because no matter what happens with this dreamy person, I am thankful for the burst of new life he brings with him.

I think that this beautiful euphoria is the "stuff of life" the part that we (or maybe just I) get addicted to. I'm well aware that it fades with time...I was meeting him for dinner a few nights ago and the song "I hope you dance" came on.
I listened to the words and they just made sense.....and it's one thing I'm not ashamed of in my life...I have always danced. I have always taken risks. Sometimes foolish ones, but that's just what happens....when I decided to sit out, my life fell apart all around me. So, the only logical thing to do is dance again, dancing through life is the only way I know how.

I was working a flight by myself the other night and I just randomly burst into giggles. I'm pretty sure the passengers thought I was drunk. I'd mean to say "have a nice night" but I actually said "Have a nice life" which sounded awkward, so I'd start laughing again and people around me would laugh and I'd pick up the PA and announce boarding to Nashville when it was really Providence. Then I'd say "nice to meet you" and people would laugh some more and tell me I was cute and I'd hug them and it was just absolutely rediculous. By the time it was all over I had the whole plane going 1-2-3 BYE SHANNON!!!

I don't know what was wrong with me.....but it was fun.

Well, that's all for now. I will update more later. I also have a lot of writing on the book to do, thank GOD my publishers are behind on their current project because I'm so freaking behind on mine right now. The ending keeps changing !!!!

Love you to the moon.

SNN