Weekly Recap.
I am doing good, I'm on some new shit. Been saying yes instead of no. Went on a lunch date. Went to a BBQ festival. Went out on a Friday night to have drink. Went to the gym. Closed the rings on my Apple watch everyday. Had therapy. Tried some new things. Had the best sleep of my life. Spent Father’s Day day drinking on a boat. It's been a great week. You know what's strange? I haven't cried over being dumped on vaction since it happened. I've actually laughed about it. Normally, I am a crier, as much as I don't want to admit it. But not a single tear has been shed in almost two weeks. I don't even feel sad. It's the weirdest thing. Normally, I wallow in my own self pity for as long as possible. Not this time. I've just felt so at peace. Maybe it's because I know whatever is supposed to happen in my life will happen. Stressing about it isn’t going to change anything. Or maybe it’s because every man I've ever went out with, in the last few years, has attempted to reach out to me. Not that I am interested, but it's nice to know I've still got it and maybe I won't die a lonely old hag.
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