What started these whole thoughts you ask?

Let’s go back to where I believe it started. 

Sometimes when I get to feeling toasty, I start to imagine my life as a tv show. At first, it was boring. Millennial divorcee trying to manage the normal stress of life; however, then something peculiar happened to me and it started to feel as if life may be a simulation after all.

Let’s start at the turning point. Stuck in turmoil between Kanass (a very Midwest, rugged, blue color boy) and a whirlwind of wistful dating, I decided to take the weekend off and help my sister at a market show out of state.

At this market there was a rock and gem table, and as a virgin crystal girl, I am finally starting my gem era. So of course, when I saw this gold moldavite ring glowering on the table, it spoke to me. Literally, I was drawn to it. (And in the crystal world this means something?!) So naturally, I bought it. 

“I am finally starting my gem era.”

The rest of the weekend was fine, except Kanass and I fought the entire time. Similar to The Ex Huz and I, and, oof, it was so triggering. And DIFFERENT. Different than we ever argued. Was it the moldavite ring bringing me what my heart desires? 

As I wore it throughout the weekend, the ring, unsurprisingly, breaks. By no means, may I add. The stone slipped out and I found it several minutes later, not even realizing it was lost.

Understanding the history and power of the moldavite stone, I tucked it away in an envelope, placed that envelope into my ipad case, and packed this away in my carry on. I was not about to lose this powerful gem in a crowded airport or dirty plane. 

Anyways, some time later, I am sitting in the airport fancy lounge, waiting to fly back home from Alaska. Kanass and I were talking on the phone, the effort I had been fighting months for was again unmet, and he was completely unfazed. This is it, I thought, Kanass has to go. 

And I broke up with him. On a random Sunday, in the Alaska Airlines Seattle lounge, after two RedBull vodkas, I broke up with Kanass. Finally, after months of accepting the very less than bare minimum and crying over such a silly boy. Once it was a done, I felt relieved. 

Much to when I divorced The Ex, actually, but in a surprisingly different way. In a hard-to-describe-unless-you’ve-been-divorced way. It felt that I was actually losing someone that had been really in love with me. It had been a long 8 years without that. 

Once I got the notification that my flight was boarding, I finished my drink and checked to make sure my moldavite stone was still in my case. 

Yes, it was. 

Got to my plane, boarded and tucked my ipad case under the seat in front of me. Checked to make sure the stone was where it was supposed to be. 

Yes it was. 

Same as to when I got to my car, same as to when I got home, and same as to when I laid my head to sleep that night. 

So how did I end up losing the damn thing? 

Check in for Chapter 2.

Tata for now,

❤ Double D