i remember when i lost my "chatty cathy" doll and how i cried and cried. my parents bought me a replacement chatty cathy and whaddaya know......the second chatty cathy said more things when you pulled her string than the first one did. so, i was surprised. and happy.
all's well that ends well.
i also remember all the times when it has come time to buy a new pair of jeans and how much i dread those times because there's just nothin' like a nice pair of broken-in jeans. i never want to go out and start all over, looking for a new pair of jeans that i hope will be as good as the old pair of jeans which i know will never happen anyway. and then.......it does. invariably, the new pair turns out to be even better than the old pair that i thought were my best friend.
they say that you never know what you've got till it's gone and when they say that, they mean that what you had was pretty darned great and now that you don't have it anymore, you miss it like crazy and you wish you had appreciated it when you had it.
but it works the other way around, too. sometimes you think that what you have is perfect - or practically perfect - until you lose it and then you realize that it wasn't all that great after all and now, the new thing that has come along is even better than the thing you thought was so great.
in other words, my new life is turning out to be just fine.
