This morning I was sitting at my desk with a fancy sweater over my jammies actually working and making the day my bitch. ( in case you were wondering about the outfit choice, I am committed to showering before I get dressed and I just haven’t got there yet, but I was chilly, hence the sweater) I was singing along to Pandora and just generally feeling ok. I’m not sad, I’m not angry, I’m ok. Maybe even leaning a bit towards happy.
Looking back over the last many months, I realize how lucky I am. Although it sucked and hurt I was released from an incredibility suffocating situation. I feel like I can breathe again. I feel loved. I feel like I can paint any future I want now.
You were right. I was promised I would wake up one day and it would be better. It is not because I found someone new. I found me. And I’m pretty awesome. Oh and I’m not alone, I have a cat and all of you.