Broken Hearts

Broken hearts- I think that everyone in their lifetime experiences one in some form or another.

They hurt-that’s a fact and no denying it.

You think that you’ll never be able to draw another breath without feeling the pain.

But I can  tell you- it will get better.

I’ve been telling myself that a lot lately, as I’ve been going through my own heartbreak.

All I can tell you is this-take time for yourself.  Be nice to yourself-read a book you like, even if its one you’ve read a hundred times.  Buy yourself a nice cup of your preferred beverage.  Get the good chocolate at the store.  Sleep in and cry if you need to (but not too long, because anyone worth your tears won’t make you cry.) Give yourself a good facial.  Soak in the bath with the expensive stuff while listening to the spa channel on Pandora Radio. Get the upsize fries.  Take a walk by the lake and feed the ducks.  Look at the stars.

Take as much time as you need to get yourself back, because too often we lose sight of our own hopes and dreams and desires in chasing after someone who fits none of them-possibly through no fault of theirs, but they still aren’t good for us.

It will take some time, moving on never happens overnight

But it will happen.

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Well…

They say writing is therapeutic, but I don’t know.  Probably would work a whole lot better if I’d be more regular with it.

Some days I have too much going on in my head though, to get it all out on paper or the screen so I have to just let it be.

Things are good so far in my life, not too much to complain about other than the crowd at the laundromat this afternoon (have to make regular jaunts there as our home machine will not spin the water out of the clothing) and let me just tell you that the laundromat on a Sunday afternoon is better for people watching than a Walmart.

I’m not entirely sure that the couple parked next to my mother and me weren’t sparking a little herbal refreshment while waiting for their dainties, if you get my drift.  They had some godawful smelling cigarettes if they weren’t-which i had the unpleasant experience of being downwind of when i took a finished basket on to the car while mom and I waited for the rest of it to finish up.

I’m gonna go grade these papers and try to digest the experience.  I think too we’re going to stick to weekday trips.

 

What exactly am I doing?

Career wise I know.  I’m doing something I love, which I was not able to say for many years.

Life wise, well, I’m getting the hang of that.

Doing a remake of my personal style and giving myself a boost of self esteem which I’ve been sorely lacking.

I’m finding out the Kardashian/Jenner clan isn’t all that bad.  Most of the time.  Girlfriends have some killer style anyway.  I’m seriously envying Kylie Jenner’s lipliner skill.  And I’m finding out that Kim ain’t the dummy she might appear to be to some.  (Keep your chin up girl).

I’m taking a life tip too from Big Ang (may she rest in peace)… to live life large.  We only get one so might as well make it count right?

Peace out!