Only time can heal your broken heart. Just like only time can heal his broken arms and legs.
That’s a Miss Piggy quote, to be exact. When I was a little girl, I thought Miss Piggy was so wise. She was pretty pigalicious, had the love of a good frog and spoke her mind when she needed to. In some ways, Miss Piggy was exactly the kind of woman you’d want to grow up to be, if you lived in Muppet Land.
But most of us live in real girl land. Real girl land is often very hard to navigate. We grow up, fall in love, fall out of love, maybe do that a few times over the course of a few years. Perhaps we have children, build careers, create something for ourselves. If we work hard, it’s all supposed to come together. And to be honest, it often does. Sure, there’s struggles along the way. The Ex’s newest who stalks your written words from her office without realizing that every time she clicks on a page, her IP address is tracked. You want to say that you hope she bought your book and didn’t wait for a free day. You also hope she loves Carly Simon. The long, long ago exes who stay, just ever so hazily, around. But not really involved. They couldn’t name your favorite food if you offered them money. The bad drivers who rush to work on the Henry Hudson each morning, rivaling NASCAR drivers in their relentless need to be first.
You know, the basic annoyances of life.
Then there is reality. The amazing daughter, the fat cat, the brilliant bosses, the world’s most perfect friends. The people who really love you. Those are the people and things that matter.