and it's gone
These days I’m all about letting go.
- I let go of my last pair of size 2 pants. I’ve come to terms with the fact that they will never fit me again.
- I let go of the fact that no matter how much I beg and plead, my husband will not stop sending me useless texts.
- I let go of my anger that I cannot eat bread anymore.
- And last week I let go of what I consider a major concession to motherhood – the mom sedan.
Yes, my friends, the mom sedan is officially out of my life. For good.
Now I’m not complaining here – the mom sedan was nice. It was low-key and fairly stylish. It had charm in a mom-ish sort of way. But during my 3 year lease it felt like all I was missing was a pair of elastic maternity jeans, a “Baby on Board” sign, and a “My Child is an Honor Student” bumper sticker to complete the picture of domesticity.
I’ve mentioned before how much I dread domesticity, but at least my dread is now tempered by the fact that I have a 2-door car again.
So now all I need to do is learn to let go of my resentment towards Maya for taking my superstar metabolism away from me (and thus my size 2 pants). I also need to let go of my anger at the man who rear-ended my 3 day old car on Monday.
I’m working on it. I really am.