The butter to my bread

So, the benefit of writing a blog is the complete freedom of worrying if someone will actually read it.  There is no "Oh, am I interesting enough for someone to care enough to read this?" or "How can I get more people to my site?".  No, with a blog, it doesn't really matter if you have no readers or thousands, it's free so you can just post to your heart's content.  No need for advertising or patronage, as long as you can man up to the feedback, you're in happy camper land and can post, post, post until your heart's content.

So, where does that take us today? Well, it's about 12am here on a Saturday night and I have had a decidedly low-key night. Last night I went to a black tie event (I'll catch you up on my RIDICULOUS dress story and the exploding ink soon)  and dragged my ass in around 3:30am. So I figured a low-key night was perfectly acceptable.  I started the night with lots of lotion for my very sun burnt skin (I still have not gotten a handle on the fact that I am 1 degree away from the equator here), then opened a bottle of delish wine and ordered in. While waiting for dinner, I decided I would finally suck it up and watch"Julie, Julia". Not my typical type of movie, but the wine was flowing,  it is 80 degrees outside with an amazing wind and hanging in my gorgeous apartment, I decided I could handle a cheezy night.

Now, for those of you that know me well, you certainly know that I am by no means a cook. From my fire-rice-crispies to always-burnt-toast, cooking is by no means a strong point in my life. So the movie was really more of a time holder to get to Inception that anything else. I started watching, thought it was cute and laughed in all the right places, as intended.  Cute, maybe a little too over the top movie, on a good Saturday night,

Then, I heard the statement "you are the butter to my bread". I won't say angels sung because that would just sound, well, simple, but it was really that moment. You've certainly had one of these moments - one where you realize everything that everyone around you has been striving for and telling you to strive for is just not quite right. That there really is more than filling some gap in your life with a partner that you may, or may not, be with you in 6, 36, 72, or 126 months since realistically you just got together to plug the "what I am doing and where am I going?" kind of moment.  One of those moments that really makes you question your whole future relationship path.

Seems a little much from just watching "Julie, Julia", right ? I know. But sometimes things just hit you. In Singapore, my dating status is of utmost important to people. It's part of knowing who I am as a person and getting to know me outside of work.  I get questioned tirelessly about whom I'm seeing, do I have children, etc.  Drives me nuts, but it's just part of the deal here. So, up until this point I've just kind of accepted it and moved to the next event. And then tonight....

Tonight.... In the movie, a statement is made that the partner is the "butter to my bread".  Think about that. What does that really mean? It means to really appreciate the butter, you have to have good, delicious bread and the butter makes the bread taste even better. Amazing butter still tastes like crap on crappy bread, right?  So, you need to have good, solid, constantly delicious bread to really be able to appreciate the phenomenal butter than can come your way. The butter can take your bread to a whole new level, expanding you to something better than you ever imagined. But, to do that, the butter needs to be amazing ON IT'S OWN, and the bread needs to be fantastic ON IT'S OWN.  Together, you can take things to a new level of amazingness, but you have to be fully amazing on your own so that the extra can bring you both to the next level.

Existentially annoying, I'm sure. But I'm OK with that because this is a blog, as we discussed before. I mean, I'd love it if you liked it, obviously, but if you don't, I just stop writing. There's an amazing amount of freedom in that!

So what am I walking away with tonight? I am excited to be the most well-baked, delicious piece of bread possible. And I'm willing to make the effort to be that bread. And I understand, that when the most amazing pat of butter walks by, it's a story of how phenomenal we can be together - we're both fantastic on our own, but together we're unbelievable. I love that. So much better than the whole silly "you're my other half" kind of thing. I mean, who really wants to just be a half of a whole????