Thank You, Maniac!

Hello, tender friends!

In 2008, I met this wonderful human named Megan. (I wish I had a picture of you to post here, Maniac!)

We were both doing a TEFL (teaching English as a foreign language) course in Barcelona, Spain. We had alliterative nicknames for each other as part of our course, and she became Maniac Meg. I became Spicy Stacey.

Sounds fun, right? Well, it was probably fun for Meg because she had a cute Spanish boyfriend. I, however, had recently been jilted by my (Spanish) boyfriend and didn’t know how to move forward.

She and I both showed up for TEFL class one morning only to discover that it had been canceled. Because I had recently been jilted by my boyfriend, I was basically a walking hemorrhoid of misery.

“Let’s go get coffee since we’re both here and class is canceled,” Megan suggested.

I didn’t feel like I had very much to offer anyone because of my said walking hemorrhoid state, but we went to the nearest cafe. I told her that I liked her sweater, which was a kelly green argyle sweater.

Kelly green was one of my favorite colors. I wore it whenever possible because it helped my hair look blonder. Meg’s hair was so naturally blonde I was convinced she just had a really good hairdresser, but it turns out that her golden locks are totally natural. Seriously. I also remember telling her that her hair looked like it had been highlighted one day, and I meant it in a totally complimentary way.

Why do I remember these details? Because my brain was latching on to anything to make forget my ex-boyfriend.

As Megan and I talked, I realized that I really enjoyed her excellent company. I also realized that I had a residual ability to engage with other human beings as I recovered from my hemorrhoid state. For a few moments that morning, I did forget about my ex-boyfriend.

Flash forward to 2024, and the amazing Maniac sent me this delightful book after reading this post!

Cubby and I have had a great time reading it together! And it’s really the perfect book for those who are stuck in that bittersweet time when your baby is transitioning out of being a baby and you’re both excited and pained by that. Thank you, Maniac, for being such a wonderful friend for the past 16 years despite the fact that we live on opposite sides of the country and you met me in a hemorrhoid state. I’m so blessed you didn’t run in the opposite direction, which I totally would have understood.

I was and am blessed to know you, sweet friend!

Oh, and to show I’m real, here I am at a recent work function. Even though it was technically a work function, Anthony and I had a blast! How I wish I could I could have double dates with you and Charlie, Maniac!

Okay, that’s all for today, tender friends! Thank you for stopping by, and thank you for sharing!

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  1. Regal woman@TransamEagle

    So much tenderness and goodness.

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    1. Stacey

      I’m glad the tenderness translates through the computer screen. Thank you, Teresa!

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      1. Regal woman@TransamEagle

        You are a great writer/expressive

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    2. Stacey

      Thank you, Teresa!

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  2. Megan

    Ahh! MANIC! Love this (and you!) so much! This is so sweet. As I told you via text today, your memory elludes you. You were as lovely then as you are now. Those days feel like another lifetime ago. I’m forever thankful our paths crossed across the world. Just two young girls living in Spain trying to figure it all out. Heartaches and all. A double date sure would be fun. Maybe someday… 😉 PS- Now I need to find pics of us! Do they exist?! xo

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    1. Stacey

      Oh Maniac, your memory is kind because we see the world not as it is, but as we are! A double date sounds so fun…xoxoxo!!!

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  3. Dear Social Media, I’m Not a Canned Good – tea and tenderness

    […] I made an Instagram account to support my friend, Maniac Meg. Or shall we call her Amazing Meg? She’s the dear friend who gifted me this touching book. […]

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