I’ve posted every day since the 5th and am suddenly feeling a lot of pressure to keep this thing going.
A lot has changed since the 5th. Even as I wrote that post, I knew something wasn’t right with TGISWOTSDAKHEFAWBOAKHFTD. Maybe I thought if I wrote a lighthearted post about my non-boyfriend things would turn out okay.
That asshole, who’s not really an asshole at all, broke my heart on the 5th. Luckily I had not given him too much of it. I hadn’t been seeing him for that long and feel a little silly that I was so affected by it, but I was really disappointed, mostly about the loss of what I thought we could have been, but the truth is, it was just not meant to be and when I feel a little sad I remind myself of that.
The other day I was looking at my calendar and felt relieved that it’s almost December. In December, I can throw out November. I don’t have to be reminded of a party we went to together, the date we had the night he told me it wasn’t going to work out and the date we had a week later that we tried to pretend wasn’t a date that mostly just went up in flames. I can get away from the Saturdays after those dates, which I spent in fogs.
Truthfully though, I hate to be one of those who’s perpetually wishing for time to go faster. Yes, everyone loves weekends, but the majority of life is spent in weeks, so there have to be ways to enjoy the in-between too.
So, what else have I done since the 5th?
I found a spin class I enjoy going to on a regular basis. I ran a 10K (mostly). I gave my body over to a personal trainer who has me walking around like an arthritic 78-year-old but showing me that my body is capable of amazing things. I learned to foam roll my poor, poor muscles.
I went to San Diego on my first business trip with my new company. I gave my first presentation and did a really good job.
I rejoined the wonderful world of online dating. I flirted and got an extra month and a half on my free gym membership. I explored a music museum and had wine and easy, uninterrupted conversation with Rebel, the friend/flower guy.
I went to my first opera. I visited with my mom on her birthday and forgave her for finding my last blog (not literally because I never told her that was why I took it down, but I hadn’t been being fair to her because of it and now I’m over it). I got upset with my sister and got over that too. I caught up with an old friend at a casino at 5pm on a Saturday like (arthritic) 78-year-olds bussed in from the retirement communities. I made holiday plans with college friends.
I’m going to enjoy the rest of November. I’m going to slow down. It’s not about rushing to the next phase. I’m going to let myself feel the hurt if it comes up AND remember to enjoy the good things that make up the in-between time.