Ten years is a long time, and in some ways I feel I wasted the last year feeling so sad about a connection that was gone long ago with someone I never felt fully appreciated me. I struggle not to feel that I wasted the last 10 years of my life in that relationship, though I am grateful I did not stay for 20.
I feel my hair bounce like a Breck commercial as I smile at puppies and passers-by. I imagine myself as the Italian girl walking through Florence in the black and white poster that hung in so many college dorms. That I look nothing like a hair model or 20-year-old Italian is moot. The sun on the street mirrors my mood and I give thanks to the great gift of time.