I experienced a very interesting moment this week. I felt as though I had hit the bottom of all the break up crap and pushed off and am now emerging a stronger person.
I spent this past weekend with a good friend of mine in Cleveland. It is always a good idea to get together with an old friend who knew you when you were young, idealistic, strong, not yet beaten down by marriage/divorce/heartbreak/job, etc. It is always good to see the you that is in there, under all the other crap, reflected in the eyes of an old friend.
It puts you back on track. Reminds you who you are, at the core. The you that you will always return to being.
I have succumbed to all this self-pity. I have given S far more power over my emotions and my life than he deserves.
I was on the flight home this afternoon and listened to a song that would have previously set me off into a crying fit. But today was different. I heard the song, and I did cry, but not because I was sad. I cried because once again I have faced the demons and prevailed. I am strong. I will not be broken.
I cried because I was proud of myself and the work I have done and am doing.
(and no, none of this has anything to do with the fact that some 28 year old thinks I'm hot...)
Take care, dear readers. I'm back to me.
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