a dentist chair

I really don't know what it is about a dentist office but the moment you step in, you start thinking about things you normally wouldn't. I think there has been maybe once in my life when I have found myself thinking... "hmm. Maybe life isn't all that its cracked up to be." Yeah, the initial pain of separation of relationship stuff is hard, but how often do you you truly sit and think to yourself, " Maybe it was best for me. MAybe I will actually survive through the beautiful mess that I'm in." It's surprising. I didn't expect him to call me while I was sitting in that little waiting room... just to say good luck. Or to call right after, just to see how I was doing. Or even to call to tell me he got my letter in the mail. You just don't expect things to go that way after deciding to "slow down" the spoken "relationship". But I must say, I am glad he did. Yeah, the dentist had stuff to do in my mouth and heavens yes, My jaw hurts. And I even have to go back tomorrow.....but you know what? He made it better. Maybe the little things really do count, even if they don't go any further than the door. :) You know what world? things are going to be ok, either way. And for the first time in days, I am smiling, and not faking it. God does look out for me.
Jess