Today’s thought:
Life will never stop moving forward. For this, I feel lucky.
It is written in the universe that as soon as your boyfriend dumps you, he becomes the patron saint of android phones and his name/face/voice/smile is plastered all over your personal interwebs.
I received an email recently asking me if this bothered me, which struck me as an odd question. Of course it does- but we each are allowed, (thankfully,) to still walk on our same streets and follow our paths to epic, social media, stardom. (We’re equally allowed to date, experience and enjoy new facets of life we never saw possible.)
He could become president, (to which case I’ll move to Canada, ..but) I’d probably still watch his address for a minute, blame my left eye for having something in it, and walk away to go meet friends at a fabulous soiree, full of shirtless hunks, alcohol and what’s left of my twenties.
It’s like eating a wonderful meal. What happens after you get full? You’ve eaten the course, swallowed the last bite- there’s nothing left to partake. You remember, reflect and try to find it again, (in a hopefully healthier, low-cal, option.) But the fact is: There’s nothing left to put on that plate. A million other people could eat the same meal and have different/same/better feelings or outcomes. You’re full… move on or you’ll be sick. Moving on is healthy, and happy- until you see his new… friend/partner/fwb.
My affirmation today: I’m not going to gorge my internal appetite in has-beens or shoulda-couldas. I’m putting on my strappy, black, shoes- I’m blogging for the world to see that I am indeed, a living, breathing, human, woman- and? I’m continuing the road I’m on. Success- vegetarian-stylestraight ahead.
