I don’t save many things…I’m not much of a memento keeper. I like to keep things simple, clean and organized. Some of you may hang on to old letters (I miss those days!), journals, postcards, concert t-shirts…you name it…I know you’ve got a stash of something (hopefully it’s legal)…Generally, I wish I had kept a few things…but because I like to move on to what’s next…I tend to not live in the past. For me, I love the idea of packing my belongings and setting out for a new adventure… no strings attached. Chalk it up to moving around as a military kid…or the fact that I have an undeniable desire to be free.
So, I don’t keep much.
But, I do have a voicemail.
One that I listen to when I need to be reminded how easy it is to get caught up in the whole “falling in love” thing…relationships or otherwise…
Almost a year ago, I found myself in the most bizarre dating relationship (thankfully it was short-lived!). I still don’t talk about it because it’s bizarre. Only a handful of people know of my embarrassment (the entire story!) and how I was completely naïve, rose-colored glasses…the feeling that if I just jump in and go with it, it’s going to be the BESTest story EVER. I laugh at myself now…because I let myself fall for a narcissistic attorney. I swear, he was good. Really good. So good he had a reputation in his community for being Prince Charming to so many other gullible women (unbeknownst to me).
I flew across the country to spend a week with this handsome, smart Prince Charming (with an odd name that made me laugh). I saw the red flags…but, sometimes you choose to ignore them because you choose to be vulnerable for once in your life. You trust. You spend the Thanksgiving holiday with this man (and his family!) who says he loves you…wants to be with you for time and all eternity. Oh my gosh…this was freakin’ fast but…what can I say? I was swayed.
In the end, I realized he may have written the book we call, “Games Dating People Play” but I had a few plays left of my own and this girl was no longer under the spell of Prince Charming. (I swear, it’s a wonder half of Salt Lake Valley wasn’t marching behind this Pied Piper.)
So….the voice mail.
It ended with, “oh, Rachelle? I’m madly in love with you.”
That. Made. Me. Swoon.
I laugh and shake my head. I still can’t believe I allowed myself to fall for it…stupid! But, what a story…even for this girl who typically has everything under control and is always calm, cool and easy going. There’s always that possibility you’ll take a risk and jump… and fall into a pit of crazy…instead of green pastures filled with butterflies…well, you know what I mean. 🙂
This guy was the ultimate “player” and that voicemail? Keeps me in check. Not just with dating but in every aspect of my life. Pretty, shiny things are not always pretty up close.
What do you save…?