Some days you're on your game and some days you take three wrong trains to work. Today is going to be the second variety. The plan was 1) take early train, 2) avoid rush hour crowd, 3) write first blog post during commute, 4) arrive at work early. Instead, my subconscious thought it would be way more fun to forget to change stops and then head in the wrong direction when I findally do change trains. My internal compass is consistently in the Bermuda triangle. Yay, Mondays!
Sitting at the Chicago L stop, blocks from my first "grown-up" job at the Aldo Castillo Gallery, I'm feeling a little nostalgic. Chicago is an incredible city, one where I've somehow found my little social niche. And that is truly remarkable.
Self-deprecation is hilarious, but I'm not a Cathy cartoon. Single life is awesome! There are a million interesting ways for people just to pop into your life for a period of time. One day, you're passing them in the street. And the next, you just happen to look up from your Intelligentsia at the right moment. Zap-boom-bang...date!
I was recently speaking with my ex-boyfriend, who has somehow managed to become my best friend. Kent* is a successful New York lawyer, a Harvard grad and fluent in French. From what I can tell, however, Kent was a gigantic weenie in junior-high...unless kids that were their school's only state-championship qualifying mathlete are way buffer than I remember. So, recently, he's started boxing at a neighborhood gym in Queens. Pretty bad ass, right?
Kent: At this point in my life, I could beat up all previous Kents.
Me: Uhm, great?
Kent: Well...could you throw down with all previous Anas?
Me: Actually, no. 8th grade Ana was really athletic and played on a boy's basketball team at the Y.
Kent: Well, aren't you afraid that 8th grade Ana will time travel to 2009 and kick the crap out of you?
Me: Not at all. 8th grade Ana would LOVE who I am. But...I am concerned that I won't be able to shove her svelte self back into the flux capacitor when she doesn't want to leave.
(Seriously, these are the types of conversations two exes have when they've both accepted that the other is bat crazy.)
But, that's the truth. 8th grade Ana would NEVER beat me up. I am exactly the girl she wanted to be. This is the life I've been waiting to live. And that's a pretty powerful statement.