This is how First Rate Single Life works these days.
I learn Lady Gaga choreography because there is no one to get annoyed at the tiny house bobbing around.
I listen to ridiculous music in the car because no one has to hear me screech those high notes.
I learn how to cook because no one has to taste how bad it is, but then one day I will be making a pizza. And I realize that I don't know how to take it out of the oven. No big deal, I just ask Facebook. And in that conversation someone mentions cutting it. Oh God, how do I cut it? I don't have a pizza cutter.
So, I dive into the drawer to find a large knife only to discover that I have a pizza cutter! I'm so genuinely excited, I post a pic that is just filled with real joy.
I cut my pizza, sit down and enjoy it.
While reviewing the Facebook post I think, "Seriously though, how did I get a pizza cutter?" And then it hits me. He put it there. He bought it. He was ready for things, I'm not. He made life easier. Now life's just a little harder and I don't even know how to get a freakin pizza out of an oven.
Then I cry.
And I'll probably cry a couple more times. Then I will sleep and wake up in the morning, dance a little bit and cook a little bit and heal a little bit. And everyday will be a little easier.
