Dear Mr. Smith…

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Well, it’s about that time. I’m packing my bags to head to New York for a great career opportunity that will also bring me closer to my family and friends. But don’t worry, I’ll still be writing about my own and my friends mishaps in relationships and life because God knows that writing supply will never dwindle.

With the unbelievable amount of pros that come with this next big step, one huge con is slowly setting in.

The move will take me away from one person that I really care about.

Superman has meant a lot to me in the past couple months. We’ve been through more than I think any two people should go through in such a short period of time — but we always seemed to do it with grace, especially since he has a touch of Martha Stewart in him. He’s from Connecticut, should we expect any less?

I just want to publicly thank Superman for all the time and energy he’s given to me. I know and accept that I’m quirky, outrageous, odd and sometimes downright unbelievable, but for some reason or another, he can handle it — whatever “it” may be. And that, my friends, is a feat all within its own.

Superman has been the one person who has crossed my path in a long time that instantly I knew I could trust. Maybe it was because he spent hours figuring out how my crazy little life stayed afloat when all signs pointed to it sinking, or because slowly but surely he was willing to share some of his life with me. Or, maybe it’s because he reads this blog which could basically be an ever-evolving peep-show into my head. But on second thought, I don’t think he gets that much advice from this blog as he does usage for bedtime reading, as on more than one occasion he’s ripped a post of mine apart showing me that maybe I don’t know everything.

DISCLAIMER: It still holds true that I do, for the most part, know most things. (Source: Me.)

Either way, thank you, Superman, for:

  • showing me that life doesn’t have to be stressful. And when it is, deep breaths will help.
  • how to place all the stress of your entire day in a muscle-knot in your back. It’s efficient.
  • reminding me when I need it that no matter how much work you do, sometimes it won’t be appreciated. That’s why you need to appreciate yourself and not worry about what others think or say.
  • getting upset when I forget to do things…like eat.
  • putting up with my messiness, and even helping me to clean.
  • giving me catch-phrases to use…and claim that I came up with. I did come up with “the dubs,” which is epic.
  • telling me that things DON’T happen for a reason. Instead, you make the decisions and actions and have no one to blame but yourself – so always do the right thing.
  • making me sit back and enjoy the ride and not spend all my time thinking about the destination point. “Where are we going?” “We’re going.”

You’ve definitely impacted my life and I hope that I’ve given you at least 24 percent of what you’ve given me. I see you.

Has someone like this come into your life when you’ve least expected it? Leave a comment and give them the credit they deserve.

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