Thank you universe for my hug yesterday…
Fucked over at work (signed on for something, agreed with the person, was disagreed with by her in public) = check
Thrown for an unexpected double-loop by the personalities I have to combat, personalities who appear to have a shiny veneer and a devious centre (but I’m starting to realize that it’s truly just a shallow shine, without anything substantial or significant beneath) = check
Working out using Grandfather’s system = didn’t shake the cobwebs
Been spinny about eating for a little while, figured it was time for a cheat meal (especially given that I forgot what a cheat would count as, so I needed to do it as anxiety medicine/blacklist) = Rawlicious appetizer, entree, dessert = didn’t shake the cobwebs (the Hot Chocolate was amazing, but the other two were flavourless or watery or unbalanced – BAH!)
Enter the universe, enter the hug.
Just as I was walking back to my car, who do I see but Habitating Family Friend (the proverbial unrelated “Uncle” who has never been called such, but has lived with us/my parents for the last five years, worked with my Mom for decades before that). Some context might be needed: HFF is one of the most beautifully imperfect people on the planet. HFF is kind and generous to a fault, beyond comprehension and beyond means. HFF taught me how to sell, but more importantly showed my true love. HFF is perfectly imperfect.
I saw him walking in the direction of a bakery for his late lunch, early snack and nearly cried. I didn’t have the time and he probably wanted the peace/quiet, but he let me walk with him, he let me sit with him, he let my talk with him, and in doing so, he let me soak in the love. He gave me the quiet affection that made me forget the world, even for just a little while. Thank you HFF, thank you universe. I love you.