It's never too late

I went to work and made my way back to Draper tonight. I thought I would be watching Netflix by myself for the remainder of my night but instead, Lance decided to join me. It's been a while.
We stayed up talking for almost 3 hours. Life. Lance apologized for something that happened to us in the summer. I was grateful for his new perspective but I thought about his timing. He told me he would like to date me again. He apologized and that's what I am moving forward with.

I talked to my Mom on my way home from work before I met up with Lance. I talked to her about something which I let get under my skin a bit. I guess it's my turn to say sorry. Sorry Adam. No, you don't have to tell me everything. Especially things which are so trivial that they make monkies laugh. But I talked to my Mom and asked, can I expect everyone else to treat me with the same level of honesty and openness as I share with them? The answer is no and I am ok with that.
My Mom shared with me a story:
My Mom and Dad went to the post office to mail some packages. My Dad pulled the car into a tight parking spot; he knew this and was trying to be cautious when opening the back passenger door to retreive the packages. He cracked the door and the wind caught the door and it opened more than he would have liked because it lightly tapped the SUV next to them. Someone was inside the SUV. That someone was now mad. That someone was a lady and she got out of her vehicle. She proceeded to yell at my Father. HOW COULD YOU BE SO CARELESS? DID YOU NOT SEE MY SUV? I'VE NEVER BEEN IN AN ACCIDENT BEFORE OR HAD A SCRATCH ON MY CAR AND NOW YOU'VE DENTED MY SUV. My Dad apologized. My Mom apologized. Some people don't get it. I understand if there had been significant damage done, but there was none. My Mom said you could barely see anything. Lesson from my Mom? Don't let the insignificant, little things become big and blinding things. There are more important things to worry about.

I can only control myself and I choose to not be offended. I don't care if you call me for Christmas, I know that I am loved. I choose to move on and care about more important things. Love is never having to say you're sorry. Or so I've been told.

Amy xoxo

"Dream Variations"
by Langston Hughes

To fling my arms wide
In some place of the sun,
To whirl and to dance
Till the white day is done.
Then rest at cool evening
Beneath a tall tree
While night comes on gently,
Dark like me--
That is my dream!

To fling my arms wide
In the face of the sun,
Dance! Whirl! Whirl!
Till the quick day is done.
Rest at pale evening . . .
A tall, slim tree . . .
Night coming tenderly
Black like me.