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7.19.2009

an open letter. to the bandwagon.

dear bandwagon,

i'm
sure that falling off you must be very important in the recovery process. so that one can figure out how to get back on. quickly. 

this knowledge doesn't make the attempt to get back on any easier.

that's what the past five days have been about. trying to get back on.

last night i bought myself two large cupcakes from crumbs. and vanilla ice cream. i allowed myself to enjoy it. all of it. (okay, okay, so i felt sick after the first cupcake and only got a bit into the second one before throwing it away all together--damn, there goes $3.75). 

and then i went to town. and began to clean my room.

i should know by now that my mental health is directly tied to just how clean my room is. and to how well my nails are manicured.

i swiffered. and bawked at the amount of dust on the floor. 

i found a hidden pile of clothes that had missed going to the launderer by mere minutes. damn, again. 

i cleaned out my google account. too many unanswered, unopened emails. 

and attempted to respond to some comments. note for anyone reading this: i am the worst. the worst at responding to comments or accepting awards. this does not mean that i don't love them with every ounce of love i have to give. i do. i love them all. i live off of them. i drink them in like the lemon-line flavored bubble water that i have grown to love. wait. hold it. actually, i love them like the lemon-lime seltzer water and the occasional diet coke that now tastes like sweet nectar of the gods. 

and this morning i woke as early as i could. 8:30 to be exact.

pulled back my curtain and drunk in the cool summer breeze.

pulled out the coffee i bought yesterday. westside market french roast. to replace the folgers that just wasn't cutting it. whole beans, i bought, yesterday. not ground. oooohhhhh. okay. breathe in. breathe out. folgers it is.

no worries. 

and then i cleaned my mac keyboard. my grimy fingers do a number on those poor keys. 

and can i tell you something? now, as regina spektor plays on the stereo and the cool breeze infiltrates this once-boiling apartment, i know that today will be better. a clean (well, clean-er) room will do this to me. and i will pull down a good book from the shelf today--and the book will help. enormously. 

i'm off to make myself two eggs with cheddar cheese. protein please. 

and then off to work where i'll spend much of my morning cleaning up the mess of someone else. and as i scrub the tables i'll list (in my head) all those things that i'm good at. i may be disposable (at my current job) but i'm very good at a very many things. 

and if by some strange twist i later run into the boy that i have a crush on. and he is something less than friendly (despite, my attempts at kindness) i will console myself by remembering that it's his thing, not mine. 

those eggs are calling. i'll see you soon--because, bandwagon, it's only been a few days, but i've missed you.

meg, meg, meg

9 comments:

Alexandra said...

Oh you are so darling. Feel better soon. You are doing great at life. keep it up!

Erin said...

Thank you for your kind comments!
I feel the same way when I clean. A clean house/room changes my whole outlook on the day.

Micaela said...

meg, i can just see you at your job, listing those countless things that make you fabulous.

your lovely writing always makes it easy to conjur up images.
i wish i could spend the day with you!

ps. i hope you run into your crush. Crushes are fun... but there's a reason they're named that, eh?

jump jump back on that bandwagon!

orsoifeel said...

... the bandwagon, I know it well... you ar just lovely.
xoxo

Micaela said...

re: to comment about crushes

crushes are distractions right? something fun with that... a beautiful distraction.

the beautiful distraction.

charm this beautiful distraction with your continued kindness.

i'll see if i can't think of something else. ooh i liked missed connection- borrowing from your last post.

but good fortunes...
let's see if i can think of something in the mean time. Maybe a favorite austen-ism... as in Darcy.

orsoifeel said...

austen-ism????

prospect - although that isn't very romantic.

darcy - i think just using that name speaks for itself

... i will keep thinking

Micaela said...

"prospect"- old fashioned romance. i like!

Meg Fee said...

lol, oh you girls.

Hanako66 said...

this boy sounds horrible...how could he be mean, you always brighten my day!

I am in a funk today...I had to work all weekend and I just feel lousy. Tomorrow will be better:)