Forward

It’s the only direction I’m interested in going. Except this weekend, I apparently needed to wallow in the past and miss some things that I am living without1; things that I have been quite happy living without for a while now.

I’m welcoming the sadness. After all, I’ve been pretty lucky. I spent the entire holiday season barely feeling any of it. I do wish I knew what brought it on, but for now I’ll have to settle for at least being able to be grateful that I still get to feel things at all.

I remember feeling this way far too often in the last three to four years of horrible romantic relationship luck. It used to be accompanied┬áby feelings of inferiority, failure and incredible anxiety. Always a party when those guys get together. This is different… but if you’ll excuse me I’m still going to go wallow for as long as I need to.

And then I’ll get back to the whole looking, moving and grooving forward.

One day, as I turned the corner from a tea date with a friend this was on the ground and it was perfect
Footnotes:
  1. honestly, too many to get into[]

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