I danced by myself to
this song for about an hour last night after an old beau from decades ago reached out. It was an interesting exchange. Brief. Not angry or hurtful, maybe necessary. We apoloized to one and I think we meant it. We laughed about what a$$hats we had both been, and when I hung up the phone, I was smiling. I felt lighter than I would have thought possible. I thanked him for gifting me Chet Baker, he tanked me for gifting him Joe Henry. And then we hung up.
I genuinely don't feel I would want to be anywhere other than where I am right now. I'm almost ready to start making eye contact again. It's a beautiful feeling.
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