Short, late post this morning because I fell asleep late last night at my computer (seriously, I feel asleep with my laptop open, on my lap, hunched over). I’m not a cheerful little worker bee today and I have an insane amount of work to do.
So yesterday, after meeting about a bunch of work-ish stuff, a colleague told me this amazing story. It was one of his personal love stories (I”m not going to retell it, it’s his to tell). It was full of emotion and suspense and highs and lows. And it seemed like he really loved this woman and she really loved him.
But it didn’t work out for them. For a bunch of reasons.
Now in my perspective, the fact that they didn’t have a happily ever after doesn’t mean that the relationship was a failure. They both got a lot out of it, for a time. And hopefully they both learned things. And even if they didn’t learn anything, so what?
I’ve had a couple of those. Great love stories. And a few lesser ones, that weren’t so much love stories as tawdry romps (which can be a hell of a lot of fun). I got a lot out of them, at the time. A lot of joy. And other things. And I learned a lot.
So where am I going with this? I don’t know, I’m tired. I think what I mean to say is that those days of love and joy were totally worth it. Whatever IT is.