HAND DELIVERED

Marci,

Hi. I feel bad about giving you that card a few weeks ago. Not about what I had written on it. I am feeling a little guilty because I may have caused some uncomfortableness for you in your work environment. Not my intention at all.

In hindsight, giving you that card seems a little impulsive. However, I had given it considerable thought. It was an internal tug of war. Should I give it to her ~ or not. No, I better not. Oh do it, what’s the harm? Yada-yada. Back and forth. Should I ?…aaaah(!).

The last thing I need in my life is to be embarrassing myself any chance I get. So, I’ve been keenly focused on not embarrassing myself. I may or may not have embarrassed myself by giving you that card. The jury in my head is still out on that. It’s the riskiest thing I’ve done since my wife broke it off with me.

So, throwing caution to the wind, I decided to give it to you. I wanted to communicate to you, somehow, how ‘cool’ I think you are. Absolutely-SuperCool, in case you’re still wondering. But I do have that one regret. That I may have put you in an awkward or uncomfortable situation. I am sorry if I inadvertently did that.

I’m going through an unfamiliar phase. I’ll call it The Reset. Or The Starting Over. It’s pretty much like a real-life game of Chutes and Ladders. The breakup was like that really long, winding chute at the top of the board game that sends you alllllllllll the way down to the bottom of the game. Ouchie. Splat. Whatevs, right? Right. But I’m in a really good place now, whereas in the autumn of ’19 I was pretty shattered. Ya know, long, dizzying tumble down the slide ~ pick yourself up ~ dust off your pants ~ get back in the game. Make new friends. Have a little fun. Voila.

Through The Reset I’ve been taking care of myself and, basically, discovering myself. The weird part is feeling like a teenager again. Seriously. It is a new age of innocence and vulnerability. Yeah, I know. Weird. But I am really liking it. This feeling is a total surprise to me. I didn’t know this was going to happen. The divorce. But here I am. This is me. This is life. And I’m totally liking it. Hence, the outcome of my internal tug of war…and the card ~ hand delivered by the (second) teenage Mike Keough.

Like I said when I gave you the card, I hope you don’t mind. This letter is to clear the air, so to speak. For my sake. And, if in fact the jury comes back and finds me guilty of embarrassing myself on this, I won’t mind. I mean, it’s not like you’re not The Loveliest Woman I Ever Met 😊. You certainly are.