You Know...

You wake up and you're fine, you feel fine, you have all your limbs and everything seems fairly in order. The apartment is messy but it's your mess so it's fine, and you leave everything as is. It's a weird period of time when everything is fine..until you hear a song that the two of you used to listen to in the car or catch a glimpse of a favorite show that you used to watch together. You start to live your days like you're dodging land mines, sidestepping the pile of items that you need to return to him, a song on your playlist, and tbs on Tuesday nights.


I think that I'm to the point where all of that's stopped. Everything is fine because it IS. I have been fine and I will be fine and no more dodging.

"Baby steps, Bob"

I have a great life and I've been blessed in ways I never imagined. So to think I'd spend my days sulking is unacceptable!